Holidailies 6

I'm sad that I can't seem to find anything to write about, now that I've committed to participating in Holidailies this year. My brain doesn't feel very creative these days. I think I just have too many other things I'm thinking (worrying) about.

That doesn't mean I'm not enjoying Holidailies. How else would I ever come across wonderful journal entries like this: Nothing says "summer" like a crazy-ass badger. Truer words were never spoken, man.

I guess since I can't think of anything interesting to write about, I'll list the things that are blocking me, instead:

• Wondering whether I have the time to do any holiday baking this year. I had hoped to make at least cookies and divinity, and maybe I still will, but I'm just not sure I have time now. I even got new tins to use this year. (And really, this is probably some stress about getting everything ready, not just the baking. I don't like getting stressed about not doing enough.)
  
  
• Worrying about getting the house in decent shape before our guests arrive on December 25. If you want to know what kind of clutter we're dealing with here, let me tell you what I'm looking at right now. Lying next to my computer keyboard is a clipping from the Centre Daily Times of October 16, 1991, listing the members of the US Senate and how they voted on Clarence Thomas's confirmation. I wish I were making this up.
  
  
• Being sad about Ziggy scratching up my beautiful chair and ottoman, despite the addition of Soft Paws. (Although they do help.)
  
  
• Trying to figure out what to cook this week (and, you know, next week). I have been doing really well about cooking most nights and keeping us from eating out (which is actually a little easier now that we live in Middletown where there aren't that many restaurants to choose from). But sometimes I just get uninspired.
  
  
• Thinking too much about work, medical stuff, money, and other things I never really talk about here.

I think I'd better just go find something for dinner and then do some cross stitching.