All I want for Christmas.
Dear Santa: I would really like it if you could bring me back my confidence in my ability to string words together in a semi-coherent, literate fashion, so that I will stop with the melodramatic writer aaaaaaangst, because it's getting a little ridiculous. Wrap it up in some sparkly paper and a pretty bow, and there'll be some extra cookies in it for you, big guy.
The tree's been up for a few days, and it now decorated and sparkly. It's fortunate that it sits in the back corner of our family room, behind the couch, as we have to leave the first two feet undecorated as a sort of an ornamental DMZ to thwart the cats (we are so far fortunate that Paradox has not thought of climbing it. I am hoping to keep it that way, for my sanity and his well-being). My shopping is 99.6% completed. I plan to do some wrapping tomorrow. I've address all and written out most of the holiday cards.
I'm starting to think I've been replaced by a pod person. It's amazing how much more you feels like engaging in the holiday spirit when you're not so utterly exhausted that the mere thought of hanging a few ornaments is enough to make you want to cry. Who knows. If this keeps up, I might even actually start to like the holidays again.
(Hey poohmusings! It's a new knitting project for you.)
The tree's been up for a few days, and it now decorated and sparkly. It's fortunate that it sits in the back corner of our family room, behind the couch, as we have to leave the first two feet undecorated as a sort of an ornamental DMZ to thwart the cats (we are so far fortunate that Paradox has not thought of climbing it. I am hoping to keep it that way, for my sanity and his well-being). My shopping is 99.6% completed. I plan to do some wrapping tomorrow. I've address all and written out most of the holiday cards.
I'm starting to think I've been replaced by a pod person. It's amazing how much more you feels like engaging in the holiday spirit when you're not so utterly exhausted that the mere thought of hanging a few ornaments is enough to make you want to cry. Who knows. If this keeps up, I might even actually start to like the holidays again.
(Hey poohmusings! It's a new knitting project for you.)