I finally got the last of Christmas neatly packed away. This time I took pictures of everything and where it is so that next year I'll know where everything is. Yes, I found the missing box of ornaments too.... You don't want to know. All that took several days, but I did consolidate. Many of the retired ornaments are going into storage.
I feel as if I'm under a huge pile of debris and no one can hear me. This house is never going to let me go...
I re-read Robert Fulghum's two books All I Ever Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten and Uh-Oh, just for a laugh. There were many. Hard laughs. I almost couldn't stop. If you want to feel good about life, read these two books again. If you haven't read them, get them immediately and read them. You can thank me later.
My hand finally healed from my Christmas mishap and the scab fell off while I slept Friday night. (Thank God I wasn't aware when it happened.) The scar looks like it's going to be gone in a few years.
Mr. Snoots continues to yell at his football games on the TV in the kitchen, alone in his pain or glory. I always yell for the wrong color team. Unless it's the Longhorns. Besides, I'm always busy doing something else at the same time, which makes it hard to pay attention to things like first and second downs. Gah!
It's been bitter cold for like 6 weeks now and I'm officially sick of it. I don't care that the Farmer's Almanac was right... again. I can't remember it being this cold for this long. Argh! If this keeps up, I'm going to weigh 150 pounds in no time. No exercise and no golf = fat cell development at a convention.
Now I have to get back to work. There are many miles to go before I sleep....
