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She was up and about early even though she was cooking a smaller turkey this year. Habit was a funny thing sometimes.

Her cup of coffee was close at hand. She had a small sheltie girl chasing her tail not far away and she had just gotten the turkey in the oven. She retreated from the kitchen for a moment or two, to curl up and enjoy her coffee before the kitchen called again and to enjoy the peace and quiet while she had it. All too soon, her small house will be filled to the brim with family. Children running to and fro, taunts and quips shooting back and forth. Faux sword fights with wooden spoons. Laughter. Hugs. Chatter.

And then.....

When all have gone home, after more hugs and loves, thanks yous for the day, with aching feet and lower back, she can put her feet up and relax with a cup of tea and a full heart.


~ :rose: ~​


To all of you that I care for, I wish for you a grand day. Some of you have been a shoulder to vent on, some have made the offer to be one. You all have brought a smile to my lips, lifted my spirits in some form, at some point and in all cases, have made me thankful to be me.

To the One who gave me a soft place to fall, I wish so much for you. You know. And thank you. For being you. For your trust. Your caring. For sharing yourself with me. Your continuing friendship. You may not be the most reliable person I know, but I can depend on you where and when it counts. I can not express my thanks for you eloquently enough.

To my co-writers, you are amazing talented people. I am glad and happy that we write together.
 
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A wolfling comes wandering, a small envelope gripped tightly in one delicate hand. She knows that the Lady is not in residence, not right now. The Real World has been filled with cooking and craziness with tomorrow promising to be more of the same.

It does not matter.

She had found something for her, a wish.

And it is important that it be placed where the Lady can see it, whenever she returns from reality. So...a knock on the door. A moment's silence while a pretty house maid comes close enough to peek through the window glass at her.

The door opens. The Wolfling hands the pretty girl the envelope.

"Make sure she gets this, please."

The Wolfling turns, retreats.

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She found her way to her study and the envelope that was propped up on her keyboard. Opening it with care she found a Thanksgiving wish from the Wolfing. She hoped the cards she left for the pretty were well received.

Opening the drawer in her desk, with withdrew the wooden box and slipped the card into it with a smile. She ran a hand over the top of the intricately carved box before returning it to drawer. Her eyes glanced to the desktop and fell on the small dagger, the only thing that Wolfing had given her that wasn't secured away. She reached for it, turning it idly over in her hands. With a smile.
 
Morning came all to soon and with it the realization that on the morrow, life's routine returns to normal, at least until Yule returns for another year and on the hind quarters of that, is the new year. Where has the time flown? It feels like the older we get, the hands on the clock speed. Days fly by. It doesn't really, but we get so caught up with the goals we have set for ourselves or enjoying our family and friends, laughter or drama, it doesn't matter. They are just moments we live through and before we know it, another year has passed. We find ourselves another year older.

I have two pending threads to answer today. Hopefully I can find the responses as I set about doing yard work today. I must remember to have the maids get down the decorations from the attic. I ponder, with amusement, if I should decorate my cellar, especially my play room down there.
 
Her morning had started off promising. That disappeared too through no fault of his. Then the RW snatched her away to clean gutters but once the ladder started sliding sideways on the gutter and given what would have happened to her should she have fallen from that height..... she thought it the wiser to call a handyman to do the job. And before she knew it, the RW had swallowed her up until around four.

She got off her first post for the new thread and now was sipping tea and contemplating how to answer Fr33k's last post. She still didn't have a clue for M13 but it would come. And then there was Sara to write for. A quick glance at the time and she wasn't sure if she would get it all done tonight, but she was going to try.
 
A new day. Another dollar earned. A Yule menu to plan. Decorations to uncover for placement in the coming weeks. Plans to make.

Listening to the news, I hear the storm, a very strong one, is incoming. A pleased smile crosses my lips. There is pleasure to be had in storms and I will seek it when it comes. If words are to be believed, three days worth. It means I will get caught up with my stories.

The storm isn't incoming until tomorrow night so in the meantime, today will be another day of outdoor work. Logs to be gathered up from wood cut, to be stacked and kept dry for a fire in the fireplace. For now, coffee and reading a new post. Then off to take kidlets to school. Maybe getting in some writing in.
 
It had gotten dark and cold quickly. There wasn't a muscle in her body that didn't ache. A hot shower had helped a little. Not much. Two aspirin, one fuzzy robe later, she whimpered as she crawled into bed and curled up under the blankets. What she needed were two strong hands with a tender touch to knead every damn muscle, even when she protested until they unknotted. Barring that, she was simply going to lie in bed and whimper, feeling sorry for herself. She'd find something positive to think about having sore muscles for.... later.....maybe, tomorrow.
 
She woke with an annoyed look at her phone as the alarm went off. There was the brief thought to fling the damn thing across the room and snuggle back under the covers, but she didn't dare to. She had things to do. With a resigned sigh, she got up with a wince and got her day underway. Now, she was settled before her comp in the study with a cup of hot cocoa and peanut butter toast.

There was a soft smile for a brief email. It wasn't wordy but it made her feel good. She was thought about, something she was still trying to get use to with him. A busy man danced to no one's tune but his own. Hell, he danced to no one's tune but his own anyway. Sometimes, she was lucky enough to dance with him.

The sound of rain falling could be heard above the low volume of her favorite country western station. There were posts to answer. A PM from her newest co-writer than brought a smile to her lips. He liked the post. There were also things in the world beyond this one that were going to have to claim her first. For now, hot cocoa and her toast.
 
Awake at two, scribbling away by four and back to bed only to be up by six.

Oh, this should be fun. The storm smacks into us today and I have to go out in it! Grocery shopping. Ugh!
 
To all my co-op writers:

My net is.out because of the storm. Be back as soon as I can. Will peek in from my phone in the meantime.
 
Another day of wind and rain. Access to here by phone for now.another larger storm incoming.at least I can type from bed.
 
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