December is going to be a complicated month. It usually is. It’s not that we have a lot of holiday stuff going on here. Other than putting up our little tree and a few other decorations … and generally cooking something interesting on Christmas Eve for whatever family drops by … mostly, we watch old movies. Especially “It’s A Wonderful Life” which I never can see enough.
And yet, it still gets complicated. A visit for a couple of days. Two Christmas parties, invitations accepted. Doctor appointments. His. Mine. Ours. And then … there’s the email.
I’m really good about answering email, but we were out most of the day. Garry had two long appointments, the first with an audiologist and the next with an otolaryngologist, a title that means “a doctor specializing in ears,” and which I cannot pronounce. I keep trying, though. It won’t come out of my mouth. It just sits there like a giant, verbal lump. There will be more about this subject pretty soon, I’m sure.
Regardless, by the time we got home, it was dinner time for the dogs. It was also dinner time for us and we’d missed lunch, so dinner was no small thing. And, of course, there was mail (the snail kind), bags and packages and unpacking and by the time I was done, it was no longer afternoon. Or early evening. Full night, which I grant you comes earlier this time of year than it ought.
I’m tired. I opened the computer and the mail I hadn’t had time to answer this morning? There was triple that amount. I gave up and deleted almost all of it. If I couldn’t do it today, there would be twice as much of it tomorrow. By Sunday, I’d be virtually buried. To one and all, sorry. I was uber-whelmed.
I believe we have more outside-the-house stuff to do this month than we typically do during a multi-month interval.
It always happens like this, doesn’t it? You’ve got weeks … sometimes months. Nothing much going on. But don’t worry. Life arrives in waves. A little dull right now? Next month, you’ll be buried. I guarantee it.