This year, somehow I forgot to get the Total Christmas Media Immersion thing going on. I didn’t get out and listen exclusively to the Christmas Music and watch the Christmas Episodes and Movies. I didn’t get around to going whole decor hog.
Know what? It didn’t make a difference. I still felt the spirit and the festivity. I enjoyed cranking out little projects to gift people, and then additional ones to gift later or ‘in case.’ I was thrilled to go see my family. I enjoyed a fantastic dinner with them and am still thrilled I got to go.
My husband, maybe not so much. He caught the flu, and ended up dehydrated in the ER. I got a little testy, as I’d been insomnaic all week, and that was the productive part of my day they were leaving us to sit and wait and freeze. Oh, I’m horrible, but I do feel bad about him getting the flu. I didn’t get it (yet), and I hope I don’t, but I feel slightly guilty about that, too. He was eating, somewhat, by Christmas dinner, though, so at least he got some turkey and a small slice of pie.
For the record, my parents are the best. They stayed home with my husband and me, and helped take care of him. They also got me (us) a Blu-Ray player, and let us bring our potentially ill cat with us. The amount of imposing they let me do is epic, and I adore them for it. I also owe, big time.
Anyway, my life is freakishly calm, and I love myself some Christmas. I loved making the cookies (a half-batch of this I just made to take up to my in-laws) and the bread to bring along, and the gift-giving (and, yes, receiving). I’m all over celebrating Jesus’ birthday.
For the record, I am still reading “Under The Dome” by Stephen King. I’m halfway through, which isn’t too bad, considering I mostly just read it in spurts between bouts of crochet and knitting. I’m going to pull back slightly on crafting and go back to at-least-a-book-a-week reading. That is The Plan.
Dull you more later.