For the mister coming home in ten minutes, and the wherewithal to get through so much this morning. How it’s late December already, I’ll never know.
I’m one of the few people who don’t mind the holiday stuff going up in November; I try to breathe it all in, for as long as I can–the sparkle, the kindness, the fun–but usually right about actual Christmas, I think I have a hard time believing it’s actually here, and I get a little sad because it’s almost over. And that’s silly, since the whole idea is to build to these few days, right? I have a hard time just living in the present; I plan a good deal for the present, and anticipate the future, but the everyday often escapes me–and that’s partly why I started this blog with you guys, and I wish I were better at it than I am, but that’s ok. I”m improving. I’m going to try again this year to turn the Christmas sparkle into a longer solstice appreciation. I become very weary of winter round about February; and yet again, I”ll try to appreciate it for what it is and not resent it for sticking around so long.