There are 4 days and a few hours left to 2011. In catching up with folks in the post-Christmas daze, it's been a tough holiday season. Lots of sickness, depression, wrecked plans... makes mine look like a Hallmark channel movie. I'm just damn tired and want it all overwith.
Ah well, it will be, soon enough. Next week I'll start undecorating. It took almost a month to put up, it'll take that to get it down and packed. No hurry. Back when I whirlwinded and got everything down in a day the house seemed so stark I'd get sad. Now that it takes a while I'm glad to see it go when the last doodad goes in a box.
And the snow will come. A hush will fall over the Shire. Visitors will be few and far between. There will be cuddling with cat and books and cocoa and soup. I'm so happy to be at home and with the Beest that I don't care about the rest of it. What happens, happens. I don't want to think or talk about it now. Even while in the back of my head I'm working on the survey for the Hobbits.
There are 116 days left til the Greg Lake concert.