Stay safe, Daniel!

Turns out I misundersood the forecast. Only one more inch predicted for today, total of 8-12" once the storm is gone. What a relief. I should be good for shopping this afternoon.

Yipes, Daniel! Be safe!

I have come down with a bad case of the bah humbugs and don't want to do any of the Christmas things this year.

Ah, you read my LJ, didn't you? (Or possibly you didn't; I was just trying to be simpatico.)

I'm not Grinch-y; I just *also* am lacking Christmas-y spirit. I know that taking 12 days of steroids for my back will fuck with my mood something severe, and I'm lucky that I'm just blah about Christmas, rather than weeping or raging or something.

I just can't get into it. Though we put the tree up last night -- if it had been up to me, I'd be fine with no tree, but I know it's important to The Boy -- and it IS pretty, and does make me smile. So there's that.

Today is the first of 10 days in a row that I'm off work (in the next 10, we're only open 2, due to the holiday and weekends and our weird Fridays off, so it's really only 2 vacation days), and I feel a little at loose ends.

I have stuff that needs to get done today -- picking up prescriptions, etc.-- and I have dinner plans with girlfriends tomorrow night, and then there's Christmas Eve and Christmas day, both of which involve family gatherings. But the rest of the time is unstructured, and instead of looking forward to it, I just feel futless.

I realize there are much worse problems to have than being off work for 10 days and not knowing what to do with oneself. It's just weird. I feel very unsettled.

Thbbpt to me. I was just gonna make a smart remark about Nate being so healthy he's never had extended sick days, to know how much a not-picnic it is. But then I realized that was a snotty thing to say.

Eh, he needs a good thwap upside the head every now and again. And he's had his share of extended sickies, each of them gets them about once a year/every eighteen months. It's just he's so busy being miserable when he's sick, he doesn't remember afterward how very much it sucked.

Twelve year old boys are notoriously self-absorbed creatures.

Last year I was in a very un-holiday-spirit place. This year, my house is all decorated, there is snow on the ground, I'm actually taking time off to enjoy my family, and I'm enjoying the season.

I didn't think things would turn around so much. Not that everything is sparkly wonderful, but it is nice to know that things are better.

I like having a tree but D fessed up to me that the reason he's not big on Chritmas is because holidays tended to suck for him when he was a kid so I decided to shrug it off this year and just pile my presents on a table.

I know baking cooking with you definitely helped me capture the holiday mood, Suzi! My brother thinks your ginger cookies are wizard, BTW.

Cash, I forgot to say, I hope the kids get better quick. Sick at Christmas is so not happy-making.

Picture from one of the senior apartment complexes in Madison: [link]

Thanks, Andi and Barb. The good thing is that they're not feverish or pukey (YAY for the little things!).

I'm glad Daniel is safe, but YIKES! Be careful out there!

I'm behind on the Christmas prep but I'm less futless. I feel bad for all the blergh that's going around for the holidays. Money is tight everywhere, kids are sick, families are crazy, work's insane for people and family and pet health woes are dragging so many people down. All I want for Christmas is a huge dose of happiness and health, with a sprinkling of prosperity. Is that too much to ask? Everyone's been good! They deserve it.