It really is the week before the winter holidays for us. Yule for me and my daughter and Christmas for my daughter and son-in-love, grandsons and all of their family.
I had a huge surge of energy and made tons and tons of ornaments and little gifts, scattered to the winds of friendship and have completely ground down to doing nothing. I have yet to make gifts for my coffee friends, and since Saturday is the last time I could see them for weeks and weeks, that give me only what remains of this afternoon and Friday to get them finished. Or, started. I have all the stuff. I even have some desire to make them, but enthusiasm has exited the building.
It is my turn to choose where to meet on Saturday and I do not want to go. At all. I e-mailed the group and asked one of them to choose a place to meet and that I will be there if I can. I am such a blob of something.
I am not a brooding person, at least like the dreamer I was in that other life, but there is so much going on this time of year, with the holidays and the coming of the new year that it is nearly impossible to avoid thinking about all sorts of life stuff.
This week was my daughter's final final for this term. All she has been doing is studying and working and now has a chance to catch her breath during the month between terms. I am hoping that she takes some time for herself, at least when the boys are in school. Maybe she will let me take her out for lunch at our favorite Indian restaurant. I wish that any of us had enough money to send her and my son-in-love out for a weekend away, maybe even to a nice hotel in the city. You know, I think I could handle that. I have been saving money for nothing in particular other than I like to save, and I could use that.
Ah, too much thinking. I am so broody I could lay an egg. Oh.