I kicked Christmas to the curb early this year. Normally I'm all about the twelve days bit. This time the tree was showing signs of crunchiness around the turn of the year, and I gleefully stripped it down and dragged it out to the street.
I was in Target about a week ago and walked past a stack of New Year's party hats. I had to stop and think whether New Year's Eve had past yet. This was on January 2nd. I spent New Year's Eve with my family and good folk, including some of my best friends on the planet. We ate a wonderful dinner and toasted midnight with champagne (New York midnight, three time zones over, because we're old and boring). The point is there is no earthly reason I should not have remembered this 36 hours later.
I'm calling myself a holiday casualty this year. Swingbug got run over by a reindeer. Too much of everything and now I'm ready to see the backside of the holidays and turn the calendar page to the blankness of January. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out, Rudolph.
Maybe it's the short days and dark weather getting me down. California needs the rain in a serious way so I'm not bitter about the storm clouds, but I feel like I haven't seen the sun in a very long time, except to glimpse it briefly between the edges of passing clouds with that kind of faraway cold light look about it.
But we're on the other side of the equinox now and the days are steadily getting longer, and the water reservoirs climbing bit by bit.
We'll get there.
I suppose I could use this all this indoor time to check a few around-the-house projects off my list, but I got a new Rubik's cube for Christmas and I've been pretty useless on the home-front since.
In completely different news, folks keep asking me what I thought of Star Wars. I don't want to dump spoilers on my blog though, so I'll just say that's it's worth your $8 (or whatever movie tickets run these days) and your time. Try it, you should.
Here's to the passing of the storms.