Usually my travel mania doesn’t set in until March or so. It’s early this year. I am ridiculous. I imagine that one of these nights I will get the backpack out and stare at it, maybe even search the compartments for old bus tickets.
The only holiday music I have been able to subject myself to is my “Irish Christmas” CD.
I wish I could find my tin whistle but I think someone hid it from me. I can’t imagine why????