A little too worn out for a run down…but it’s coming.

I owe you a blog post (or six) about Christmas. There have just been a few things in my way.

For instance, the weather. I’m a bit irritated with the weather. Oh, it’s fine. I suppose. If you like mildly chilly. If you live up in the northeast, I imagine you’re even pelting snowballs my way and trying to shift those blizzardly winds. I get ya, I do – really. But first it was 80° the week leading up to Christmas. How can you sing carols and bake cookies when it’s frakking 85° outside?! Then it finally cooled down to a very seasonal 23° and we enjoyed a pleasant fire over Christmas Eve and Christmas. A’course, it couldn’t have done that when it was raining all of Christmas Eve-Eve and Christmas Eve morning. Nooooo. Because then it would have snowed. The roads weren’t even slick until this morning as I slid into the driveway at work. So I was too busy pouting at the weather to blog.

Then there were all the family crises. I spent two hours on the phone with each of my sisters and two hours texting with my brother on Christmas Eve. I love them dearly and I can’t blame a single one of them and I want to help – but would it kill the universe to help me be there so I can smack someone (cough:myfather:coughcough) upside the head? So then I was too busy crisistating to blog.

Then I found out that my friend’s mom passed from breast cancer that appeared last month after a 10-year remission. I knew they couldn’t treat it, but I didn’t expect her to pass so soon. She died on Christmas Eve and her services are tonight. Someone at ThePlaceThatShallNotBeNamed lost his second battle with cancer on Sunday; and that news – while not unexpected – came months before anyone thought it would. (And today would have been his 19th wedding anniversary.) Finally, I heard someone else who I had known and worked with was taken off of life support after fighting ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease) for 8 years longer than any doctor said he could. All of these passings mean these wonderful people are no longer in pain and are at peace, but that doesn’t help the family members cope, especially at Christmas. Depressing thoughts of love and loss at Christmastime does not inspire one to blog, exactly. So there was that.

And then there were all the happy things! Like presents and children returning home and Santa coming and a zillion and six boxes opened and toys assembled and a Christmas ham to bake, eat, and slice up for later. There have been good things, too. Life to be lived instead of tied to paper.

But don’t worry. You know me and how much I love words. I promise to come up with a few before long.

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