So I'm sitting here at almost zero hour, wishing, wishing it was four o'clock and the afternoon was done.

I'm taking a bunch of christmas wreaths and decorations I've made to sell at a senior's home - and I'm suddenly unexpectedly wondering what in the world I was thinking when I so confidently agreed to the idea last month. Ever done that?

Risks. Even small ones. So much easier to talk about than to do...