I don’t always know what to blog about.  Yesterday one of my moms asked me to write about Stress during the Holidays.  I told her I didn’t know what she was talking about! What stress? . . . And then a memory of the night before flashed back to my mind; right there and then, I had to dig deep, but the more I thought about stress, the more I remembered.  I let go of my facade . . . only briefly mind you, to let in a distant memory of stress.  Shortly thereafter I put myself right back together, somewhat forcing the image of having it ALL together!  So, I will try to tell you about my brief and unbelievably rare memory of stress.