Gotta Go...

I have a "to do" list as long as my arm today.  I have to go out and preview a restaurant equipment auction.  I have to stop by the plant where my husband works and see if they have any stuff in their employees' factory sale that would be of use in my ongoing decorating efforts. (Since husband is an "executive," it behooves us to display the company's products in our home.  But getting him to bring me anything is like pulling teeth.)  I have to go by PetSmart and pick up Lucy's collar, which they forgot to put back on her after I had her bathed just before Thanksgiving.  I have to swing by Jacques Pennois (JC Penney) and pick up the percent percent percent percent off diamond ring we "pre-bought" last week (since it was before the actual sale date, they wouldn't let me take it home that day. No problem. It's only thirty miles one way back to the store! Tsk!)

Actually, I WOULD be excited about the opportunity to spend the day out of the house...if the weather didn't look completely sucky, and if I wasn't coming down with my annual case of the Christmas Crud.  I always come down with at least a cold just before Christmas.  Used to be, in my mall-slave days, I could blame it on working 75 hours a week.  Now, I think my body just does it out of habit...

While I'm out, I need to stop by some church and beg, borrow, or steal a hymnal.  Wouldn't you know, I don't have a single music book in the house that has all the words to all the Christmas carols I wanted to write about.  For years, I kept an old hymnal from our old church in a box in the closet.  Last spring, I did my white tornado act through the office, and out it went.  Why is it that, six months after you throw away something you haven't even looked at in ten years, it's the one thing you absolutely have to have?  And, oh, have you ever tried to buy one hymnal?  If anybody out there knows the secret to that transction, I'm all ears (eyes?)