The Day Brianna Made Christmas Treats for 12 Straight Hours

I have to get better about writing blogs or journals or whatever they might be better known as.  I’ve always wanted to keep a journal that tracks the peculiars of each day, in hopes that I might read back on them some day and smile.  What I end up writing about more times than not are my topical and sometimes supercharged feelings.  Hoping a balance might be found. Writing daily happenings entries is an edge to be sharpened, it needs to be ready for the next big hiking trip.

We ended our weekend with a sweetie and sweets.  Penny, Brianna’s mom, drove up from Jackson to visit and make some of their famous holiday sweets.  Our kitchen is now filled with an abundance of chocolate dipped caramel pretzels, peanut butter pretzel sandwiches, and holiday decored sugar cookies.  Brianna spent all day in the kitchen, so it was surprising when her Fitbit vibrated around 8pm tonight and let her know she had gotten at least 250 steps for 12 hours straight. It might not seem like a big deal, but it’s very uncommon for most people, and usually only happens if a person is actively trying to make it happen.

I helped where I could, running to Meijer for supplies and to Teresa’s for some food coloring. Most of my time was spent on the work computer.  If it’s possible to catchup on last week and get ahead for this week, that’s what I was trying to do.   If doing both of those things at the same time isn’t possible, then I have no idea what the fuck I was up to, flopping around like a fish out of water?

Two paragraphs seems enough.  Not every day has to be a novel, though living them should certainly feel as such if you’re doing it right 🙂

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