We flew through the ham on Christmas Day, and everyone talked about wanting to bake another one. We took one out of the freezer and set it out to thaw in the frig. This afternoon at 4 pm, I found out that I was baking it for dinner. Usually one expects more advanced notice on such things. And I wasn’t prepared for side dishes at all. I finally gave up and used things that were on hand. People were fed and happy, especially with Traci’s Crazy Mashed Potatoes.

Tomorrow we take my sister’s poodle for a trip to the groomer’s. No telling where else we’ll end up. I finally got out the notes for the book manuscript and did a little writing. Not much, but at least I remember where I left off last summer. Now if I only knew where I was going with it.