It's 11:59 p as I write this....
And now it's 12:00. Happy December 2nd!
Whooosh! You ever do that - pretend that you can feel the swath of the new day as it sweeps across from east to west?
Often when I'm out walking and midnight strikes I pretend as though I hear the zip of the date line flying above my head.
Man, this candle smells good. Reminds me of Chrissy, except not so much as Yankee Candle's Blueberry Muffin.
As you see - there is no point to this post other than this:
(Yes I know, Kamoranakrre; it's not polite to point.)