Two things that are very concentrated this morning:
1. The wassail I’m drinking. I took a quart of wassail this morning and heated it up because I love the smell and thought Steve and I could enjoy some together. Well, I forgot about it and it was on such low heat that it cooked down until it’s almost syrupy. OMG, folks, I could sell this stuff. But I won’t. Someone else will, and five years from now I’ll kick myself.
2. I miss my Dad today, and in true December fashion, I’m missing him something fierce. I have friends who have recently lost parents and I know they’re probably experiencing some of the same feelings, perhaps in different ways. So I’ll try to touch base with them just to say Hi I love you. Cuz I do.
It’s Friday and I don’t mean to sound depressed because I’m not. I think Facebook and Twitter may have ruined me for blogging.