I am not her.

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!)

 Live long.  Drink coffee.  And Merry Christmas. 

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