Oh, yes it is. It is exactly one month from today, people. Ready or not, here comes Christmas season.
Frankly, I am doing a complete role reversal from my natural state of denying, delaying and generally being in a daze over the whole dizzying process that is holiday prep. This year, I say bring on the whirlwind of wacky.
That's right. This season, I'm not fretting. Instead, I'm going to embrace the staying up till 2 a.m. to finish the baking because I accidentally mistook baking powder for powdered sugar in my sleep-deprived state and turned the last batch of Sweet Sugar Cake Cookies into Bitter Bellyache Bars.
Yes, yes. I'm looking forward to taking out that third home mortgage to afford the cost of Christmas card postage.
Ooh, and I just can't wait for the bleary-eyed wrap session in the waning hours of Christmas Eve when Donner and Blitzen whiz past me clucking their reindeer tongues in procrastination condemnation as I try unsuccessfully to unhinge myself from a tangle of ribbons and bows and get everything organized beneath the tree by the break of day.
Donner and Blitzen - what do they know? They're bringing up the rear, anyway. Holiday hmpf.
Ho, ho here's the thing: I've been suddenly reminded that the hubbub rush and frenzy of everyday life isn't just manageable, it's a downright blessing. I digress.
A few weeks ago, I changed day jobs. It was bittersweet given the truly treasured friendships I was leaving behind. But this new gig is not only tremendous and sublime - not to mention housing some other pretty terrific co-workers, BTW - but also, with its location literally a stone's throw from Kyle's school, it is a dream come true - for one of us, anyway.
I mean, when he sneezed during math the other day, I appeared at his classroom with a tissue and some Coldeeze. He was thrilled.
Yet, with all my newfound happy, I was somehow out of sorts. Sure, it's a big change but that's to be expected with such a seismic shift in industries, etc. A period of adjustment is reasonable.
What I hadn't anticipated was the level of uneasiness I'm feeling as I re-learn just about everything in my everyday life from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. It's been sort of like shifting gears from driving a Mack truck down a crowded freeway at 85 miles per hour while simultaneously cooking an entire Thanksgiving feast and penning four term papers to you know, taking my first unassisted steps out into the world atop a high wire without a net in front of a sold-out crowd.
That's when my trusted and adored pal Chris Ruggieri of Warren explained what was happening to me.
"You're anxious because your routine has been totally been turned upside down. It'll get easier," she said in the same calm tone I've come to rely on over the years I've been lucky enough to call her friend.
True story. I've been like a giraffe riding a very small tricycle down the wrong side of a bumpy road in Liverpool these past several days and it's had my mojo all out of whack.
So, from now on - the more recognizable the kookiness, the better. Cooking disasters, marathon envelope-addressing sessions, frenetic last-minute shopping missions - all familiar music to my ears.
Bring on the mad dash to Christmas!
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist and new job acclamator. Contact her with some nice, ordinary, run-of-the-mill banter at firstname.lastname@example.org.