Tangled Up.

How is it that things start in a straight line and then get out of whack? I don’t know about you but every year when I deal with lights this is how it goes. Maybe, it is symbolic of a complicated year where somehow the tree gets done in desperation. This year, I feel like the lights got the better of me and right now, it feels as if I am the tree being dragged across the floor dropping its pine scent and needles on its way to being left at the end of someone’s driveway.