tick, tick, tick

Well, some would say it's tick tock, tick tock. But as I sit here in the quiet of the early morning, I hear tick tick tick from the clock on the wall. After all, each tick is a new second, so they wouldn't be echo's of the one previous. Ah, enough.

Anyway, I worked last night. We had our Night of Holiday Magic, the community's tree lighting event. I was in the booth to receive toys and food drop-offs, and people are generous. I was surrounded by sacks long before the end of the evening. Yes, there are people with needs this year, but it's nice to be reminded that there are those who want to help in whatever way they can. Sorry I don't have a picture to post, but if I come up with one when I get back to the office, I'll add it.With time ticking along, I haven't been able to do much more than toss Christmas goodies into my spare room. Think the sign will do any good to act as a deterrent to any who happen to wander down the hall?