I took several days off work last weekend-beginning of this week. I cleaned the house (mostly) and put up the Christmas tree and rearranged furniture to make room for the tree and strung lights around the windows (two windows so far but somewhere I set down the lights for the other front window) and wrapped presents and found all of the presents (I think) for friends with whom I haven’t had a Christmas for a couple of years and wrapped them (the presents). And then Bestie visited for a couple of days and we didn’t get to have our “Christmas” because Amazon didn’t deliver a package when they said they would but that’s okay because we talked and laughed and ate and drank and watched Monty Python and that’s what Christmas is really about. Friendship not presents. Or Monty Python, really, but it works for us.
And I got into a few bad habits being home for five days in a row. No set mealtimes, just grazing on cheese and bread and grapes and sausage whenever I felt like it. Drinking margarita every night with dinner (the after-dark cheese and bread meal). Going to bed when I felt sleepy, even in the middle of the day.
That last one is proving the hardest to break.
Like today for example. It’s my day off. (Yes, I only went to work two days this week.) But I set the alarm for and got up at my usual workday time because I scheduled the furnace guy to come out because the furnace, tho working, has added new sounds when it’s gearing up but before it actually kicks on and didn’t want to wait for it to actually break and it’s 17 degrees out and so of course it behaved like an efficient and well-mannered furnace while the guy was here.
Ugh. Furnaces. Am I right?
Anyway so now it’s 10:00 am and I am ready to go back to bed.
And I wouldn’t say no to some cheese and maybe a few grapes. And are there any sausages left?
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