It doesn’t feel like Christmas. But that won’t stop me from decorating with festive pierogies.
Or ornaments from both my hometowns.
Or seashells.
The tree is a work in progress. I liked it better when it overlooked the Intracoastal Waterway. This corner next to my couch makes me sad.
I’ve dreamed of Pittsburgh every night for the past two weeks. I have another Pittsburgh ornament coming in the mail, and a glittery Steelers shirt too. Yay Etsy and eBay for the only presents I will get.
Except for the wine coming from California of course. That I will actually receive this year because it isn’t going to my house. So there’s that.
I got a nice note from one of my former boys. So there’s that too.
I just don’t feel like my higher power and I are on the best of terms right now. I mean I haven’t done anything stupid or evil or anything. But I haven’t attempted anything awesome either. So how can I witness a miracle when I’m not out looking for one?
And do I even believe in them anymore?