Well, That Was Different
It was 58 degrees yesterday.
Last Christmas we got absolutely blasted and the blizzard kept us in our house for 3 days.
Illness changed things this year.
I cooked.
Jake was my only consistent eating partner.
Kathy and Sam slept a whole lot of hours, and we had a great visit with members of my side of the family, but there was a quiet - again - about Christmas.
As I was tossing the ball for Ollie it occurred to me that I could be golfing!
Then I thought about the last two Christmas weather days.
“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas?”
Or 58 degrees and playing with the Big O.
No contest!
“Who in their right mind would look out the window on a day like today and sing about dreaming about snow?”
Sam laughed.
“Yeah. This is better.”
Christmas was different.
I rested and read and cooked and listened to people sleep.
Work will be another exercise in sleep-walking as a lot of people phone it in this week…
…but I’m ready to roll…
…and when everyone wakes up, we’ll do a little more in the way of celebrating.
Time to think about the goals for the coming new year.
The bright side?
There’s still plenty of food!
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