The last few weeks before Christmas. Things are becoming hectic.
In a way, they probably shouldn't be. Not for me, at any rate. I don't really have that much to do. Not in terms of buying presents for an enormous list of friends and relatives, or massess of food and drink to cram into the cupboards to keep me stuffed for weeks on end. I feel I must be somewhat below the average, compared with most people, regarding what is expected of me: just a few relatives to buy gifts for, just a few communal meals to host.
This should be a relief, but somehow it never feels so. Given how little I have to organise, I still end up in a panic about how little time there is left. Maybe it is just a reflection of how disorganised I am, taking forever to decide what to do and to get things done. And it doesn't seem to get any easier as the years go by.
Do I need to get something for the cat? Will she notice if I don't?
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