Grenouille may have more to say, but I've got to check out for a bit. Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are upon us, and if I get a brush in my hand I'll be pretty surprised. Haven't had one in it the last two dyas, either. No time, no energy.
Merry Christmas, to those of you who celebrate it. I'm not totally Grinchy this time - some of this is actually enjoyable for the first time in years. I might be coming out the back side of the fits I've been throwing for several Christmases now. Maybe we've finally trimmed it down enough, and maybe my family is sheltering me from it enough... But I'll be watching to prevent any backsliding into too much again.
We drove about town to look at lights last night, and to get Dearest out of the house for the first time since her surgery. It was fun. And then we watched She Loves Me - a Christmas tradition in this house. That was good too.
I'm hungry. I want a sandwich. I'm going to go indulge myself and then go to bed. Dreams filled with tuna? Turkey and Swiss? So fun to decide...