Scene
Front porch. Rocking chair, barely rocking. Jeans and t-shirt, not tucked in. Gentle breeze. 76 degrees. Dog pacing, panting. Dora in front yard measuring bushes with retractable metal tape measure for Christmas decorations. Not feeling a lot like Christmas.
Scene, two hours later
Back porch. Reclining chair, fully reclined. Ceiling fan on low. Dog curled up, sleeping. 75 degrees. Orange spice “holiday” tea. Chocolate cherry “holiday” bread (from bread machine), with melted butter. Canadian Brass Christmas music. Reeling from two hundred and seventeen dollar trip to WalMart. Still not feeling a lot like Christmas, but I’m sure I’ll manage somehow.
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