It’s evenings like this that it’s really hard for me to stop writing and go to bed. My office is no more than a section carved out of the living room with my ginormous desk and uber comfy leather chair, but to be honest the laptop and I often park on the couch. The living room is distracting, though. The TV is there, and is usually on. The boyfriend is there, watching the TV. Before their reasonable bedtimes the kiddos are climbing all over me (but the laptop is afraid and stays on the desk). In short, it’s impossible to get anything done.
But tonight? The fireplace is crackling away and the TV is off. I’m the only one in here. Other than the cats, who are thoroughly exploring the Christmas tree that was just put up yesterday. I haven’t pulled out the rest of my décor yet, but even so it is nothing short of a Christmas card picture. One of the good ones, not those cheap ugly ones.
Nermal thoroughly getting into the Christmas spirit.
Ashley O'Melia, Author 