Inexplicably and inextricably stuck in a task you’ve done a thousand times.

Well, that would be me.

Face smushed in the suddenly too tight neck of a sweater. Air cut off, fury building, I feel a foul-mouthed tantrum building.

The sweater of my ill-content? Decorating for Christmas.

The strangling neck? The gaping absence of my muse to help.

Yep, turtlenecked and about to tantrum.

Until tomorrow…


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