Let's just say this wasn't the break or the holiday I expected. Freshly out of my fluish fog, I wanted to do a little writing. As I moved some piles (because I haven't gotten "clean office" off my to do list) to get to my keyboard (yes this is frustrating and yes I will do something about it, eventually) I saw a stack of Christmas cards, signed, stamped, and half way addressed, waiting for me to look up a zip code, spelling or new house number. And here they sit. Super. So, I find that once again, I'm behind on my life and as I emailed a friend tonight, it occurs to me that perhaps this is just the new status quo and I should simply stop pretending there is a point where I will ever feel caught up. But I'm not saying it was a bad holiday. Because it wasn't. It was just really not what I expected.
The main gift I got from Matt this Christmas, doesn't come in a box. It was a reminder that he loves me with all of his heart and it is the geunine hold-your-hair-while-you're puking kind of love. That's the real deal.
We got to the coast in a flurry of grocery bags, gifts, games and expectations of good times ahead. Our rooms at the Ocean Rogue Inn were perfect. We unpacked, got settled and the games began ... we played Family Bingo (complete with prizes), Scattegories - where you really learn a lot about each other. For the letter "W" and the entry "things that are cold" Matt and I both wrote exactly the same thing: witches, tit.
As we nestled into our beds on Christmas Eve ... I suddenly didn't feel so good. And it was on. The worst flu I've had in years. I'll spare you the details. I'm still recovering and in after we got home from the coast, Matt got sick, too. The sick part pretty much just sucked. The games, being together, getting to know my nieces and the intentions behind it all, that was the good stuff.
So, that's why I didn't meet my 300 word a day quota, why no blogging at all and why I haven't made any progress toward accomplishing 2004's resolution of "organize everything." And, this, friends, has wiped me out. Back to bed.