Six!

Six?  Really six?  Thanksgiving is over and we're full on into the Christmas season now.  One new writer starts on Monday and the other the following Monday.  I need to finally decide on my Medicare supplemental insurance.  I will do that within the coming week.  Put up the tree. Get presents. Cards.

And to make things extra fun, half the birthdays in my immediate family fall in the month of December (with one also in November and one in January).  So the cluster of birthdays adds to the busyness.

I dreamed the other night of waking up retired.  It almost made me want to quit work on the spot and not go back.  But I promised I would get those new writers trained, and I will.

Six!  I feel a slight panic. And impatience.