It is? Seems just like 2011. Except for dragging my ass, a big mess in my house, the pile of things in the sink and the cleaning out of carbohydrates from my abode. All signs that Something Has Happened.
My friend Kathleen brought her spare keyboard to me, so that minor miracle made life a bit easier. This was a lost weekend otherwise. People in and out, much drinking and eating, too much fun and no fun insurance. I can't bear listening to anything or even talking. I'm so tired I don't care about the used paper plates in my bookcases. I'll get to them tomorrow. Red wine kills, don't let them tell you different!
The Beest has been sleeping all day. She was everybody's darling yesterday. Though only about half the people I expected showed up; this was one holiday season that went on for a long time. I'm relieved that I can hunker down in my Hobbit house and won't be entertaining for a few months. It's exhausting! My brain hurts! My everything hurts!
Back to normal tomorrow. Happy new beginnings, everyone... ah, my bed awaits.
The Door Is Ajar.
6 days ago