What a Start

To the post-Christmas season.  I was thinking “yay, Christmas is over” and imagining being out of the gate like a shot this morning, given the errands and juggling to be done, the everything associated with generating money to be done (though frankly I’m as happy to defer any revenue I can to next year at this point), and given that I could put in steady eight hour days of work, directly generating of money or not, [pause to answer the phone call from my mother, wanting us to drop everything and come there to “do Christmas” today because she forgot a whole bag of stuff Sunday, or wanting to come here, neither of which are appealing or particularly viable, pretty much leaving us irritated] for months before coming up for air.  [Deb proposes going right now to get it over with, putting on whatever dirty clothes we must, which makes some sense.]

Insert some text about all I need to do here.

Insert some text about waking up after 10:00 and sick (which has been coming on for a few days) and miserable being a crappy way to start the Go Go GO post-Christmas season ramping up to getting fully engaged next week so we don’t go on a serious crash diet in a few weeks.

Insert some text resigning myself to today being a lost cause even before my mother interceded.

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