Merry after-Christmas. We are now in the lull between Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve. I don’t know about you, but I find that I’m often just a little lost during this week.
Christmas was lovely, as it usually is: lots of food, friends, family, fun. The gifts have been tucked away, the leftovers are slowly being consumed, the major busyness (“Busyness”? Is that even a word, let alone spelled correctly? It doesn’t look right, but spellcheck is letting it go.) is over with. I had vague plans of going out for coffee/lunch/dinner/a movie with friends in the next week or so, but I’m just not feeling it at the moment.
I think I just want to kick back and relax at home. I think I want to curl up by the fire with a glass of wine in my hand, candles lit all around the room, and a decorating magazine to leaf through. I think that even though this is prime social time, I want to not be social for a while.
So I think I will do just that.
Besides, PG is currently ensconced in front of my TV, wrapped in a blanket, dosed up with Tylenol cold medication, glass of water and box of tissues at the ready. Yep, the dreaded man-cold. And as we all know, the only way for a woman to cope with that is to hide in another room.