Eeeeeeekkk! It's The Day Before Our Party . . .

. . . and in my usual style,

I've got a pile of things still to do.

I work best under pressure.

In fact, if there's no pressure, I sometimes don't get anything done.
If I didn't occasionally entertain, I don't know when I'd vacuum . . . .

 But since we'll have about two dozen holiday merrymakers at

That Old House tomorrow,

 I think that today I really DO

need to finish trimming the trees

and decking the halls,

 and maybe do a little cooking.

I also need to turn that Swedish straw horse around.  He looks rather rude in that position.

But don't you think that the vacuuming should be left until tomorrow morning?

After all, Howard is so very good at it.

Thankfully, my daughter Alida is home from California, and is a willing helper.

She is at the supermarket right now, list in hand, merrily skipping through the aisles like a

Christmas elf, gathering up the nuts and berries for our winter feast.

I am supposed to be decorating.

Ssshhh . . . don't rat me out! -- Cass