What I like about the energy of the world, is if you make a wish sometimes you get it… 10 fold. So here I am, sitting in my little farm cottage, Christmas gifts all over the floor. I should be loading them into the car and be on my way to the in-laws, but I am not rushing. In a matter of moments my life will be dictated by other’s routines. English routines then Canadian routines. We sit, side by side, eating out porridge and reading news on our laptops. The only sound is these keys clicking and my husbands very audible chewing.
In the news, after much hope that we would be able to have a white Christmas in Canada, we see the flight cancellation warnings and can’t help but be a tad worried. Just a tad. Because really, it could all melt and become a slushy mess in a matter of days. Here, though, it is grey skies as usual. The trip out west to the in-laws should be beautiful, as always, and the adventures that we will have there will be worth a post or two.
