Friday, December 14, 2012
Y2 Day 107: Oh, She May Be Weary
I dragged myself to Math Practice training and sat near a trash can in case I had to barf. (The other Guides were riveted.)
Averted that crisis.
But had to cancel my monthly lunch with Mrs. Cynicletary, which filled me with woe. But I was just too drained. She ordered me home to bed, with an extra helping of rest.
Instead I ran errands and wrapped presents and went to the post office. Twice.
But I'm done with all the external mailing — parents in California, brothers in Minneapolis. Done. And that is an awesome feeling. Now I can rest and be well. Nothin' but good times ahead!
And then I hunkered down in my padded rocking chair and watched The House Without a Christmas Tree, classic made-for-TV movie of my youth, and drank hot coffee and ate Hershey's white chocolate peppermint kisses. And wept.
(It is a very touching movie. Jason Robards will break the steeliest heart.)
(But, yeah, I still don't feel all that great. Clearly my uterus needs an exorcist.)
It's late and I should go to bed, but Mimosa and Martini want to watch a Christmas movie with me — and I've been so unavailable to my kids this week, I really want to say yes. So I will!
Buenas noches, mis amigas.
—Lady C, weary