This is as far as I got with decorating for Christmas this year. You can see my Xmas wreath, resting from all the activity. Also, the Raggedy Ann my Mother made me is guarding the Christmas tree, still safely in it’s box, all taped up with the tape I wrapped around it in the year 2000… something when I moved back to Ontario after the divorce. Maybe it’s a sign, or an omen or something like that. Maybe I’m just not meant to open that box till I have a real home to put a tree up in. Or maybe I will do it next year.