Where Does The Time Go?

Here's what Maggie's name blanket looked like. I wasn't finished with that one but I was close. 

August's looked like this.

And here's Gibson's.

Basically, it's just a warm and cozy blanket, very simply made, with the child's name on it that in theory they can keep forever.
If they want. 
I do believe that all of my children still have theirs. I remember when I made Hank's and May's, I made them matching nightgowns or pajamas. That was when I was still all homemakery and shit. 

I have done almost nothing today but it has taken me all day to do it. I swear. First thing I had to cross off my list was getting in touch with my insurance company because the new card they sent me has some doctor listed on it as my primary care physician that I've never even heard of. I had called before on December 4th, right after we got our new cards and I talked to the sweetest woman who promised me that she would take care of the issue and would call me back THAT VERY DAY to let me know she'd done it. 
She even told me that she was "sincerely sorry from the bottom of my heart," that this trouble had happened. 
Huh.
I have to say that this company has been excellent in all other regards. Hell, I'll tell you their name- it's United Health Care and it's offered by AARP which of course is bringing the Rolling Stones to a venue near you next year! So I've been a little surprised that this problem came up in the first place and was not dealt with in a timely matter. 
However, the woman I spoke with today (and you can always speak to a representative fairly quickly) just got it done. Supposedly. Now we shall see if I get a new card updated with my true PCP- my beloved Dr. Zorn. 

But making calls like this are very stressful for me. So I was glad to get that done. 

Then I unwrapped the fruit cakes and re-wrapped them with more rum-soaked cheese cloth and then swaddled them tightly again in their aluminum foil wrappings. This wasn't too stressful although I have to tell you that I'm not any good at making things look tidy and these cakes now look like some sort of lab experiment from the early nineteenth century or maybe, extra parts from The Mummy. 
Whatever. They have gotten a little more of that precious preservative and flavoring- the spiced rum- and will be even better by Christmas. 

After that, I got some things ready to mail that I've been meaning to do for about a month, and that IS stressful. Don't ask me why. It may have something to do with me feeling like whatever I mail looks like it was packed by a four-year old and also, I always feel like what I'm mailing is vastly inferior to anything that anyone sends me. 
And those are true facts. So. I am not just being all whack here. 

Still, something is better than nothing and now that is done. 

The biggest news around here (and it's not good news) is that May and Michael have covid. They have taken the most precautions of anyone I know but May does work with the public five days a week so I suppose it was inevitable. We are all hoping they have very light cases and coast through them with minimal pain and symptoms. 
The group text in which May announced this news was filled with offers of groceries and help from all the family along with love and wishes of swift recovery. 
However. 
Hank's text, in my honest opinion, gets the Best Text Ever Written Award. 

Could I love my family any more? 
I do not think so. 

Could I be any luckier?

Again...no. 

Be well, y'all. If I could, I would bless everyone with a family wherein if someone gets sick, offers of everything from a small or large hat to a tiger bomb to soft, soft blankets pour in for comfort and restoration of health. 
Also- Hank- I see what you did there with the cats and books. Jo and Beth. I love you so.

Love...Ms. Moon