While I could be accused of being a small person, I’m too tall to be an elf.  No pointy ears.  Though this time of year, I do wonder about elves… are they more prepared than I?  I hope so.  But I’m trying…

Once more:  I. Am. Not. An. Elf.

However, there has been an occasion or three where the evening hour grows so long, a bleary exhaustion sets in and it’s time to call it a night, or perhaps a very early morning.  I set my works in progress on the bench for one last look and safely stow the torch.  Time to shut the light and be sure the workshop door latches securely behind me.  Then somehow I can’t help but think… will it all be just as I have left it when next I open this door?

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