By George, he’s gone.

George, that is. He took his heroine and cyberspatially took off on the weekend so he’ll be spending Christmas on the other side of the pond.

It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. Neither could his heroine, Sophy. I am sooooo glad they finally got it together and managed their happily-ever-after.

I hope the ed likes it when she reads it which, she tells me, will probably not be until January. Not a problem. The last thing I want is George coming home for Christmas. Even though I love him dearly, we need a little space. A little less togetherness.

I’m now in the throes of planning Christmas in a week. Or less, obviously. Fortunately before I threw myself headlong at the last few chapters of George, I got most of my Christmas shopping done and the presents that needed mailing were mailed. And a week ago last weekend we put up the tree.

But since George left the building I’ve been baking and cleaning and washing sheets (for descending grandkids and kids to have places to sleep) and shoveling snow and figuring out Christmas dinner. At Thanksgiving I came within a blink of forgetting potatoes. So I need to start making lists.

It’s snowing again tonight. It’s supposed to snow for the next three days. That should make the indoor preparations easier and the shopping preparations tricky, to say the least.

I’m off now to write my blog for Tuesday for Tote Bags ‘n’ Blogs. Drop by and say hi.

To get you in the holiday spirit, in case you’re not, this is where Sophy and George are spending Christmas.

Where are you spending it?