I already complained about not recognizing the procrastinator who has taken up residence in my body. You may remember last year I shared pictures of my decorating and told of my bake-a-thons. My house doesn't look like that this year, and only yesterday did I pick up the totes that held the decorations and put them in the garage.

Well, yesterday I got off my butt and baked and I felt so strange. But my gingerbread men are done, and I can make the sugar plums as soon as it's NOT 80 degrees.

Then Trish asked if I'm entering the Harlequin American contest. Usually, I would have entered already, but not this year. I'm not even all that anxious about the two contests I did enter.

I don't know what changed for me, and I'm not sure if I like it.

24 more school hours till vacation. My son is out tomorrow, my friend in Pflugerville is already out, but Austin has to go till FRIDAY. That would stink.