I am again (or is it still?) feeling frazzled. Today I worked in Charlestown all day—it's my favorite day of the month as bookkeeper, when I get to reconcile all the bank accounts. Wheee! (I'm serious, I really get a charge out of it.) But that means I still haven't had a chance to even start that cocktail cookbook manuscript yet, and the deadline draws ever nearer. (For those of you playing along at home, I finished up the Spanish project earlier in the week.)
Tomorrow I'm a chaperone for Pete's field trip to the Peabody Museum at Harvard. Friday I am helping out with a special program for the fourth graders about blindness, as part of the school's "Understanding Our Differences" initiative, with a training session beforehand. Friday night Andy and I are going to see Martin Sexton at the Berklee! Seems like a hundred years ago that I ordered those tickets.
And then, somehow, I have to get an entire belated Thanksgiving dinner for 10 on the table Saturday. No problem! (She says, as she slips into her strait jacket and adjusts the straps....)
In the meantime, if anyone has any great ideas for Hanukkah gifts for my kids, I'm all ears. And nothing that will break the bank, if you don't mind.
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