I'm in recovery mode, pallies. I've spent too much money, wrapped too many presents, ate too much food, and visited......well, I haven't visited enough with those I want to just yet.
Still on the schedule remains George (my neighbor with cancer who can't leave the house), some dear friends, some friends from the old 'hood, The Donahue Botanical Gardens (where we play the $100,000 Pyramid), and still more friends. Sheesh, there doesn't seem to be enough days off to see everyone we want to.
That's what I love about that week between Christmas and New Year's--all the going from house to house, laughing and visiting with everyone we hold dear. Why is it that we don't make the time the rest of the year? Seems odd, doesn't it? What is it about the holidays that we just have to be with the folks we love most?
Aw, who cares? I'm glad that we do it--whatever the reason. What a lovely time Christmas is--to remind us to contact those we love and to make that extra effort to see each other.
Gotta run--there's a party somewhere I gotta be. Hope you are doing the same, enjoying your time off and seeing those you love.
Hobbes is recovering from having all those visitors over at the house. He's got a permanent "crinkle ear" and a bit of a cranky attitude over all that fussing over him. He's more of a family guy and not much of a socializer. Funny, isn't it, for how popular he is here??!