Pandoro!

It was one of those mornings here at home.  Mike had gone out, and I was wandering in my nightgown from room to room, feeling lost.  Too many decisions, too many worries, too much sadness lurking in the corners of my mind.

The only sign of Christmas on Forest Edge was this wreath we noticed on the top shelf of the laundry room and brought down for packing.

Every other Christmas item is packed and in storage 2000 miles away.

I was lost in my thoughts, which is a dangerous place to be, when the doorbell rang.  Our realtor had called to show the house "maybe" this afternoon which is enough to make us abandon the packing and start organizing a little.  

What can I do about areas like this though? 

Or this?

So much emptiness.

So many decisions. Is this t oo large for the apartment?

Would this be better?  Size okay but too sewing-room-ish.

When the doorbell rang, I was worried the realtor was bringing people by without verifying it, and things were not going to be ready. 

Then I saw the Fed Ex truck driving away and a package on the porch.  It could have been boring things like battery chargers or medications, but this one was NOT boring.

Pandoro!

And cheese!

Sent by special friends in Bellevue, Rosanne and Lou, who always seem to know how to cheer folks up!  They are right - Christmas can't happen without Pandoro.  Now we'll have to make something special to use the cheese tonight.  And Pandoro for dessert.  

This is how to turn a gloomy Alabama day into something special and festive - even with no Christmas decorations.  

Thanks to the Rosses who know us so well.