Post-Christmas Ennui

The packages are unwrapped, anniversary celebrated (Dec. 26 -- Philly cheesesteaks and a Denver Nuggets game with friends), and Daughters have both gone home. Bones from the turkey served at Christmas dinner have been simmering all night, and the broth is ready is use. Charley is sacked out underneath the dining room table, exhausted from a few days' prance with Jack, Daughter #1's dog. Piles of stuff are everywhere, waiting to be put away or thrown away. We had a smaller Christmas this year, which made for considerably less mess. (Yay!) Husband has all this week off -- no pay for most of the days, true, but the pleasure of his company makes up for it.

I'm fine, just wishing I could laze away all day. But who will burn the wrapping paper, then, or check on Wal-Mart's half-priced stuff?


Here's hoping you've had a chance to relax and enjoy this holiday time.