It has recently come to my attention that I am not her. (Come on now. Don’t act so surprised.)
I do not have a cape.
I do not wear tights.
I am not a masked avenger.
I cannot do it all.
At the present, I am drowning in boxes, tangled in packing tape, and barely finding time to breathe in between.
Consequently, I am on a brief hiatus.
Perhaps only for a week or so. (If I can stand it! I have so many stellar Christmas things to write about!)