I’m up to 27333 words. Not nearly as many as I meant to write over the weekend. I blame this cold-thing. My God, it just clings to you and you can’t shake it loose. Just sick enough that doing normal stuff like grocery shopping wipes you out for hours, but not sick enough that you take to your bed for the day. I didn’t have the energy to do too much, even though I wanted to. And the cough, it continues. Crab, moan and complain. I know, I know, there are people who have it far worse than me. I do know that, and I’m embarrassed to have taken up valuable air with my meager complaints.
It’s the season of the Giving Tree, by the way. You know, where you can select the name of a child and “make Christmas” for them. I usually do this, but this year at work the deadline is a week from Friday, and I’m just not going to have my shopping money lined up by then. So I don’t think I’m going to commit to a specific child here at work. On the other hand, I do want to help out, so my other option is to donate gifts to a general collection box. And in this box you can also include items for adults, household appliances, toiletries, and other things so sorely needed by those struggling to get by. I am a big believer in this kind of collection – for several years at my old job I ran a toiletry drive every year. So I do think this is probably what I’m going to donate this year. I am also going to look to my own community instead of the one where I work (no offense, but home is home) and will be gathering items for Ginny’s Helping Hand food pantry on Mechanic Street. (I had a URL for her but it doesn’t seem to be working. I’ll keep trying.)
