A slow week

 I don't have church Sunday. No sermon to write.

I haven't done much this week.

Took out the trash and recycling and brought the empty buckets back.

Bern has been doing Christmas.

We got a tree yesterday. Bern picked out a long-needle pine--which I prefer. I can't remember it's name--a 'something pine'--but Bern tells me it smells like oranges. My spell is mostly gone.

I grow old.

The gifts to our two kid's families have been wrapped and mailed.

I hope we don't decorate the tree until next week.

I like a slow week.