And this morning I went carolling at school for the second time this week. I love carolling, as I mentioned before, but frankly am a little tired of the humorous versions of carols favoured by the carolling director at Dan’s school. However, I sang, took in the sights, left with that familiar holiday feeling of joy / melancholy / guilt at sitting on my butt for an hour and singing when there’s work to be done, dammit! Then I shopped for food, walked the dog, made lunch, made cookies for the better part of the afternoon, and after dinner started in on some cleaning as Mom and Sis (all the way from Burnaby!) are over for dinner tomorrow. Ah, the holidays. Sometimes I do wonder just who they are holidays for.
On the other hand I did doze on the couch by the light of the fireplace channel briefly this afternoon. I feel like I’m fighting something off, actually. No, not sloth; nor any of the other deadly sins, either (well, not right at this moment). A bug of some low grade.
So after the dinner is over tomorrow I have no events planned until the 24th, and I do hope that any news I’ll have to report is good. So this will give me ample opportunity to rest and get rid of this thing. And then everything will be groovy again, right?