Right on Time

The Christmas Cactus is on schedule, as opposed to me. The plant is in a different spot this year and apparently quite happy with a little more elbow room, whereas I feel oddly untethered at the moment. I know Christmas is sitting there in the middle of the week, but I’m never sure any more what day it is. The whole gifting thing has got me rattled. I don’t have the perfect thing for each person, and it’s chewing at me. I’ve just lost steam for the whole process. I don’t want anyone to feel left out, or unloved, or under appreciated, so here I sit feeling guilty. I think I can rally to plan menus for the week, but I think that’s as far as it might go.