There’s no telling what happened.
Perhaps after denying myself for so long, I went a little overboard once I caved in?
Maybe I’m not young enough to go from ‘0’ to ’60’ at will any more?
Maybe in your dictionary, next to the word “procrastinator” you see my photograph?
I did very little today. I put the red bows of 4 outdoor wreaths and put the 2 downstairs ones in the windows. Then I carted the other 2 up the stairs, followed by the stepladder. That was about all the festooning I accomplished today. I thought about baking. I took 3 photos for the Day 4 entry. I thought about baking again.
Maybe I OD’d on Christmas yesterday, but I hope to be back on track tomorrow.