Herself speaks.
This holiday season is... weird. Pandemic Christmas, Round Two.
The extended family gathering consisted of a brief Christmas Eve swing-by to drop off gifts, with a few hastily-taken, fully-masked photos. Christmas was very low key -- a few presents for Offspring the First and Offspring the Third, plus Beloved Husband and myself, and much lying-about-doing-nothing. The highlight was an hour's-long phone call with Offspring The Second, hearing about his new Adventures in places Northwest. It was truly delightful to hear him, and reminded me how much I really do miss him. Today, Boxing Day, I made a turkey-pot-pie out of leftovers from yesterday's dinner, and that was all the excitement for me.
I've been battling a bit of a migraine for several days, brought about by changes in weather, end-of-year-work-stress, a few too many holiday cookies, and whatnot. Everything hurts a little bit.
I am tired.
The spring promises to be very busy, because of my personal projects plus ongoing work. I need to gather strength and energy to move forward.
One day at a time. We'll get there.
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