It’s been a whirlwind month, but things are finally starting to calm down. Thanksgiving came and went and it somehow involved chasing chickens as well as a two-year-old. Woodstock has long since been adopted by close friends who are currently lavishing him with affection. I landed and completed my first freelance writing gig. I helped rebuild a kitchen. I’ve flyered half of the South Shore. I picked up the cutest little pooch for my dog walking business. I’ve logged more hours crafting for Christmas than some of Santa’s elves can boast. I’ve ironed shirts, scrubbed bathrooms, and taught myself how to cook a respectable dinner.
But I’m back and boy, do I ever have a lot to talk about.
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