Focus
Normally I'm a big holiday person. I get that from my mother, who is still like a 4-year-old at Christmas, even though she's 67 now. But, even though I'm not in a bad mood or anything, for some reason, this year I'm having trouble focusing on the fact that Christmas is coming up in three weeks.
Oh, I'm looking forward to some of the activities surrounding it: seeing friends, my family (both biological and chosen), traveling, and having time off. But those are really the only things I've thought about thus far. I've always been bad about waiting to get gifts until the last minute. But that's because, in an odd way, I've always enjoyed the "rush" as things wind down towards the last minute. One of my favorite Christmas shopping trips ever was with my aunt and my cousin, in the snow, on Christmas Eve itself.
Speaking of snow...
I'm also normally very cold-natured. I'm the one lying on my side of the bed, buried under every conceivable blanket, barely (if at all) visible as anything other than a large, upholstered lump. But this year, I'm enjoying the first rush of cold. Last night, we could see our breath outside for the first time, and I loved it. And I find myself really hoping we have some snow sometime this year.
Oh, I was talking about lack of focus. *rolls eyes*
I think it's been because this semester at work has been so manic, and there's just so much going on all around me, in every way. I'm not a great multi-tasker.
I think what I really need for Christmas is another internal processor.