The lovely and gracious “Mrs. Just Charlie” is sound asleep. “The Boy” is out celebrating. I’m listening to the Jazz Holidays channel on Pandora. I’m working my way through a French press full of Christmas Blend…
- The more I think about it, especially with the funky way the school calendar falls this year, the more I’m inclined to celebrate Christmas the “old-fashioned” way. You know, start decorating, etc. on Christmas Eve, then have twelve days of simple but joyful celebration. Just a thought in an exhausted, frustrated mind.
- I’m worried about not having the right kinds or amounts of Christmas gifts, and somebody in our area is spending the night in the hospital after a head-on collision about 3 miles from our house. Oh, and somebody else’s daughter is dead – along with her passenger and her unborn child. I’m praying for these families tonight. Won’t you?
- I’m trying to formulate the right words to say if I get the chance tomorrow.
- An awful lot of people were at the Y this morning doing a preemptive strategic strike on Christmas calories.
- Our neighbor really does talk in more than monosyllabic sounds!
- I’m determined to be a better husband, dad, leader, communicator, boss, son, and friend starting now.
- John Maxwell is right: Talent Is Never Enough.
- We had an intimate and elegant dinner this Christmas Eve. At Chick-Fil-A, just before they closed.
- I have some gifts ordered, but they didn’t get here in time.
- What time does the last Christmas Eve service in our area start?
- I scored some small but thoughtful and practical gifts from Y members today. Cool!
- I helped one of the neatest ladies get back on track with her fitness program. I had helped her daughter about a month ago. And the daughter specifically asked me to help her mom. Very cool!
- If the M in YMCA stands for “Men’s,” why is everything so “girlie?”
- I’m still digging Gesu Bambino!
