“Looks like you’ve been busy,” mused the cab driver as I quite ungracefully entered with my arms full of bags.
“Doing a little Christmas shopping. Not quite finished.”
“Me, well, I’ve got it down. I block off three hours for shopping. And I go. Whatever don’t get bought in that three hours, don’t get given.”
“Then I block off another three hours. That’s for the celebration. Three hours for dinner, gift giving, that’s it. Three hours up. Christmas’ over.”