I have this thing I call the Krissie Show. When I have to be “on,” be public, and no one wants me weeping in my soup. There is a strong streak of performer in me, and I’ve got to call up the Krissie Show today. I’m hosting the Christmas luncheon at our church (for about 90 women) and I have to be adorable.
Which I certainly can be. I cobbled together a Christmas trivia quiz, I’ll lead the carol-singing, hell, I’ll even say grace if I have to (though I’m hoping I can tap someone else to do that). Tap-dancing through life, I am.
Plus made two quiches for the lunch this morning, plus had Alex for the night (which is a Good Thing) plus finished going through the book and it’s not that bad.
So I’ll do the Krissie Show and then come back and read yesterday’s comments, because there was too much good stuff there to just zip through them, and I want to think about what people said.
But I get the message. Well, no, I don’t. I hear the message, though. Depression lies.
But I’m thinking about faith, about other people, about getting out of myself a bit, and that might help.
But first, the Krissie Show.
Dah de dah dah, dah de dah dah.