Dear Diary: December 10

I had been awake for fully half an hour this morning before I thought of my sister.

Yesterday I finished my shopping for the Georgia Blanchards. I can wrap and pack their stuff this weekend and ship it off early next week. Go me.

While I was buying the last present, I looked over at the barber shop where I usually get my hair cut and saw it wasn't terribly crowded, so I took care of that chore.

Then in a bit it was off to the Union League to give a tour for about 30 mildly inebriated folks in formal attire. The women gamely soldiered on, up and down marble and walnut staircases in their high-heeled platform shoes. Afterwards, a couple folks asked me about membership. Fingers crossed that we'll gotten at least one ka-ching! for the League as the result of the tour.

Today's excitement includes:

• A bike ride down to the christmas stuff factory outlet (we have one) to buy new tree lights, as ours weren't at their sparkling best last year
  
• Another bike ride to pick out a Christmas tree and stop and the fine food and kitchen supply place in the Italian Market to buy hartshorn
  
• The usual round of laundry and chores
  
• The production of a batch of springerle
  
• The aforementioned packing and wrapping
  

And now I must flee. I promised Roy I'd unload the dishwasher yesterday and then forgot, and he's called me from the kitchen in a dudgeon of some height to inform me of my shortcomings.