(I have the gingerbread -- the loaf bread kind, not the pepparkakor, which I already did -- in the oven this morning, and yet our house only smells a little like a brewery! How has this happened? I will tell you, my friends: through the miracle of modern vertigo! Vertiginous episode while measuring ginger. Resulted in ginger all over the counter, the floor, myself, and -- most fabulously -- the inside of the silverware drawer. So now we smell extremely gingery, and the inside of the silverware drawer is clean. Silver linings.)
I'm not sure whether I've done something very wise or very foolish: I made a list of the places I need to go before Christmas. Meep. It is a long list. On the other hand, organization is our friend, right? And if I didn't want to do this stuff, I wouldn't do it. It is all explicitly optional. I don't feel pressured by anyone involved. Nobody else requires two kinds of gingerbread; nobody else requires that I give them some of the gifts I'm trying to find. It's all me. I'm comfortable with that.