I don't really know why I have signed up for Holidailies. I don't even write 31 times a year, let alone 31 times in a month. And of course - of COURSE - today would be the day that I am stricken with what I thought was a cold but what seems to actually be the flu. Fever, aches, chills, chest congestion, sore throat, painful cough, and I don't know what else, but for pete's sake, ISN'T THAT ENOUGH???
I guess I am hoping that if I force myself to post every day this month that I'll keep posting - or at least keep writing - on some kind of regular basis, because writing is apparently like exercise and eating right fo me: I always forget how much better it makes me feel until I've done it, and then I have that good feeling, and I think about how it wasn't really that hard to do, and I wonder, "Why don't I do this more often?"
So, welcome to December, whoever is out there reading this blog that doesn't really exist much anymore. I should change that header image up there, shouldn't I? Something Christmas-y, maybe.
Our tree is up in the living room, which has worked out very nicely as far as I'm concerned, because you can see it from the dining room, hallway, and top of the stairs, and you can see the reflections of its lights from the kitchen and den. This will be our first Christmas in the first house we've ever owned. (I feel like I should say "owned," but I have refrained. Sort of.) I am really looking forward to this year's holiday season, at least once I get over this illness I have at the moment. For the past two months, either Geoff or I or the whole family have had a commitment on Monday night, Tuesday night, Wednesday night, and Thursday night. This is kind of crazy. My photography class was Tuesday night, and that's now over (until January, when the second class starts). Geoff accompanies the IPFW choir on Monday nights, and that will be over in a week or two. And once we get past Christmas Eve, Geoff is taking a couple of weeks off from church, too, which is what occupies the other two nights.
I'm going to start a new part-time job this week - teaching at the preschool (which also offers kindergarten & first grade) that Annabel attends - so I'm looking forward to having just a little bit of extra money before the school goes on break for the holidays.
I do like to have something to tie together what I've written, and right now I don't. But that's also part of what keeps me from writing, and I'd rather not let it do that anymore. So this is just the end: I'm going to go lie down under a blanket and watch Brave with my family while I drink some tea and try not to cough much. I'll be back tomorrow.