Well, the day before, anyhow.
As I write this, the sun has yet to rise, and my mind is turning toward horse-feeding. The tree is decorated, and there are wrapped presents tucked beneath it–and a few UNwrapped ones, as well, from me to me–a tooled leather make-up bag, stars and stripes boots, and two fantastic purses–3 out of 4 Montana Silversmith designs, by chance. I never got my cards set out, never mind writing my Christmas letter. There was just too much going on–or that’s the excuse I make to myself, alas. Around now, a lot of my sentences seem… Read More »