I haven’t blogged lately near as much as I would have liked to. I think the holidays are getting to me this year for some reason. Maybe it was just that I wasn’t ready for them. Being on the road most of November made it seem that the holidays were suddenly upon us and I feel like I’m not really enjoying it that much.
I’m not talking about being behind on presents or anything- everything is bought (or made), wrapped and under the tree. Stockings are hung (even though hubs has now decided that pup Lilly needs one), and I know I’m very blessed. I am very much enjoying the new job. There is nothing that I need that I don’t have, and that should be a great comfort.
But something is amiss. Can’t put my finger on it. Winter has come like a freight train. I hate coats. Anyone else with me on that one? I feel large enough as it is, without having to pile on a big wooly pea coat to scare away the frigid air. Then you get in your car and the seatbelt is tighter than normal, and you get hot and can’t get the damn coat off. Or you get the coat off, then promptly have to get it back on when you reach your destination, only to walk a few feet till you get inside the building and then have to strip again. And then find somewhere to put the darn thing. It’s just a hassle. And if you don’t have a coat, people think your bonkers. Which, maybe I am.
There is no point to this post, other than to say that I’m here, but not in a great frame of mind. I’m not depressed, but not excited either. Just sitting in a state of homeostasis.