Holiday prep is a bitch and I gave myself some grace. As I made a really good apple pie I consider it good self-care and a total win.

However, I am mostly decorated, getting caffiened, and have a fire going. Once the house is toasty warm, I plan on decorating for Christmas, doing Physical Therapy, and maybe getting some writing done. At my husband’s urging, I will try to write in the dining room today.

Why try? Because I genuinely seem to need a kitchen to write. I can write at a desk or in my bed, or even on the couch, but I seem to prefer the kitchen. And, for years, we had a table in our various kitchens. The year we moved to a house without one, my writing declined and has never recovered.

I even have a place for a table in my kitchen, I just have to buy one. I am on the lookout for the one I want. I don’t know what I want, but I will when I see it. I know it’s fairly small, and most likely round. But it hasn’t appeared yet. Until then, I’ll keep forcing words out where ever I can.