After the decadence of the past, um, how many weeks has it been since Thanksgiving? I'm eating a slice of whole wheat toast and a lightly poached egg (and a frosty can of diet coke). I feel like an invalid. Especially the way I just jumped out of my skin when I heard, through the dead-quiet house, MoMo's fire truck say: "We've got an emergency. Please respond." No more adrenaline. No more deadlines. My nervous system needs a break.
At least until New Years' Eve, when I am considering throwing a gigantic party (or, maybe just medium-sized.)
My boxing day plan is:
3)Low key chilli dinner
5)Play games/read stories/watch movies with kids.
What is your post-Christmas antidote?
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