I hear the sound of a dolly rolling. Thud. Heave. Hoe. Door opening and shutting.
What shall appear?
Another Christmas Morning! I refrain from hugging Worker Mark.
I want to open the boxes and play all the day long. Or just sit in a chair sipping a mocha and watch this little puzzle come together.
And sing loudly. Or talk nonstop to the Worker Mark about how cute my kitchen will be.
Mr. C is trying to help haul more in—and running into boxes—and oh, his little toes. Ok. Best if we exit the scene for all involved here.
One peek before I go.
This would be the lazy susan.
Leaving now but my heart is so here.
As my dad always says, “let’s go so we can get back.”