I don't know about you, but between Christmas and New Years I have a difficult time accomplishing anything. The empty boxes from Christmas Eve and all the ribbons adorn the family room floor, albeit stacked neatly by my husband. I still have Christmas cards to send. I have 75 emails awaiting my replies and blogs to visit. We're out of trash bags and the refrigerator is finally void of leftovers. A visit to the grocery looms.
Hope someone else will take care of all that as I'm on vacation. Seems like a sin to spend my time doing anything but piddling around, reading, watching football, and reruns of Lost Season four and five. (Have to get ready for when the show's final season begins in February.) Next week brings routine. This week I remain true to the art of avoiding any semblance of work. Even forgetting the route to the YMCA.
This morning I leisurely wrote several pages in my journal, thinking about the past year. Mused about what this new year might bring for those close to my heart -- their woes and their joys. Thought about whether a discussion might be warranted with my husband regarding his choice of gift for me - like was a gift certificate to get the windows tinted on my seven year old car really something he thought I'd want? And then...
I took a nap.
Sort of like this one that someone happened to capture on December 26, my favorite day of the year. Now, I think I need another cookie. And maybe a margarita.
I'll close out my 2009 year of blogging with a couple shots of the sunset last night. Beautiful site.