The old grey mare,
I'm tired, overworked, but otherwise pretty happy. I'd rather be this way, than the hopeless, unsaved wretch I was four years ago. The holidays are coming, and there's not much rest in sight, but God has never failed to give me the grace to do what He's given me to do. Everybody wants a clean house for the holidays, and I'm a gal that makes houses clean - well, except my house.
That's all I've got. Told you I was tired.