Yes, it's that time again. It's a just-for-fun, quasi-superstitious habit of saying "rabbit, rabbit" on the first of every month for good luck.
It seems that all holiday pictures borrow the trouble of snow, but we have not been subjected to that yet in these parts, and for that I am grateful.
I hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving had a pleasant one, and also that the coming holiday season is marked by good times.
We are leaving to go on a cruise very shortly, and therefore we have our shopping done and put the tree up today. Speaking of trees, when I first heard the euphemism "permanent" used in lieu of "fake," I thought it hilarious, but--ours is now twelve years old. So, I suppose it is permanent. We can't slay a real one, since we're leaving town.
It will be nice to get away, though the time has crept up on me this year and I feel somewhat unprepared in a way I can't define. Perhaps it's about Thanksgiving being so late.
So, what's the good news?
Rabbit, rabbit, good luck in December!