Snow and lights, high kicks, hanging ornaments that won't break lowest on the tree, the 1966 Grinch. The 2018 Grinch, wearing a red scarf for errands in the neighborhood, wrapping gifts, rib roasts, champagne, oysters. Unwrapping gifts, joy, disappointment, packing, highways, different beds for the twins to climb out of, the 2000 Grinch. Naps like comas, finding 123 closeup selfies of my son’s monster face on my phone, another set of different beds, any Grinch the TV in this house has.
No writing. No resolutions yet. It's now the in-between week when time crumples in on itself and whole days get swallowed in the creases.
I hope you're enjoying yours.
Week 96: See you next year
Some everyday: No
Words: nada
See you next week.
Yep. Get it.
Love this & love you!! You are doing great!