One Hundred and One Days, Not Dalmatians on Christmas Eve (Which Happens To Be Wednesday Night)

TR and I were up with the sun, not really but it sounds more romantic that way. We were up early and scooted out o the house so we could get our errands done early and have plenty of time to prepare for our dinner engagement. On the way to Target (no Christmas errands would be complete without a trip to Target!), we passed a terrible car accident, and I was struck by the though of how quickly events can change your life from the regular, predictable everyday planned life you are living to something completely unplanned and hopefully avoided. We drove bit more carefully after that and I have to admit that everything was a teeny bit brighter in my day as I remained thankful for the plain, regular day I was having.

We did manage to get everything done and then some, presents are wrapped and set under the tree (the kids have given up on Santa several years ago, no more nights of hiding packages and sneaking down after bedtime to pit them under the tree), stockings are empty because children are still stubbornly awake. We had our traditional dinner at  the ACL's house and it was wonderful as usual. They have a guest from Haiti, who was (well he IS) a delightful young man that joined in all the fun and festivities as if he had been a part of it for years. While I would like to go on about the day, and evening, I am going to bed. I am so tired, I can't type anymore. It's taking me three times as long to write this with all the corrections I have to make. Goodnight!

Carrowmore, Co. Sligo, Ireland