Once again, I've accomplished much in the day, but made very little progress when it comes to packing. I'm hopeless. Sigmund visited me for a while and assisted me in making fudge. I was very generous with the peppermint oil, and it turned rather fragrant. Tastes absolutely wonderful. I put some in a box together with some of the first batch of fudge (with chopped almonds, no additional flavoring) and sent to relatives (mom's brother's family) along with a framed photo. They still send me giftmas presents, and I appreciate that I am not forgotten, and will reciprocate.
Also made lots of gingerbread cookies (from store bought dough). I'm not impressed at all, but at least it's better than the incredibly generic ready variety. Maybe next year I'll actually make it from scratch. I miss all the advent baking of my childhood. Everyone are so busy now and we mainly buy cookies.. not me, I'm throwing in some effort to give my family a better holiday... when I should be worrying more about my upcoming move. It's like I can't take care of myself when there are others that could use my help (even when they don't truly need it).
I may be visited by my father and/or sister tomorrow, so I can actually progress in packing.