Things have shifted into the s-l-o-w lane here. This is that weird week where everything feels like it's on hold until next week. The New Year. A new week. Maybe it's a Christmas hangover. We've been working toward Christmas for a month; after Christmas we'll . . . And now that it's after Christmas you're still not quite ready. So now, it's next week.
As Christmas was on a Friday this year, for many Monday was the first day back at the usual — what you did before Thanksgiving and Christmas. And it feels weird. I'm not working at it feels weird. It's only a three or four day week with many folks not doing much of anything all week. Just puttin' in the time until next Monday. A New Year. A new week. A new start.
Mr WK had a service call in KC this morning but was back by noonish. He called ahead as he often does to let me know he was on his way and I rustled up some lunch. then we both took long naps.
I noticed our street is mostly clear when I went out to the mailbox this morning. Tuesday I could conceivably get Mathilda out, if I'd worked on my side of the driveway today — which I did not. Other than checkin' out Dr Who yarn at Walmart and Hobby Lobby there's not anything I need. On the way back from SIL & BIL's Sunday evening we stopped at the grocery store. Last Wednesday, I'd hit the library so I'm good there. Just don't have anything I need. I must have a bit of cabin fever.
I did enjoy being on my own this morning. I picked up and put away some of the excesses of the previous four days when both of us were home. The wrapping paper box, the ribbon box and the Christmas / birthday bags bag have all been repacked. They're ready to be relegated to the back to the closet for many months. All the coats, hats and gloves that have been strewn around drying, have been put away (again!). It's amazing how much stuff two adults can not seem to put away.
As far as Christmas gifts, given and received . . . other than the various gift cards in varying amounts given and received one of the best received gifts we gave was a packet of 20 8" Dirty Bird Multi-Color Splatter Targets for my SIL, the new shooter in the family. She's all excited to use them. In fact, she wants to take the new shooter class again with the better hearing protectors I bought her a few months ago. She thinks she'll get more out of it because she won't be flinching every time a gun goes off.
blogging to: various YouTube videos Mr WK is listening to
reading: The Children of Men by P D James
and
Guilty: Liberal "Victims" and Their Assault on America by Ann Coulter
and
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
Parting Shot: "The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep's for which the sheep thanks the shepherd as his liberator, while the wolf denounces him for the same act as the destroyer of liberty. Plainly, the sheep and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of liberty." ~ Abraham Lincoln
As Christmas was on a Friday this year, for many Monday was the first day back at the usual — what you did before Thanksgiving and Christmas. And it feels weird. I'm not working at it feels weird. It's only a three or four day week with many folks not doing much of anything all week. Just puttin' in the time until next Monday. A New Year. A new week. A new start.
Mr WK had a service call in KC this morning but was back by noonish. He called ahead as he often does to let me know he was on his way and I rustled up some lunch. then we both took long naps.
I noticed our street is mostly clear when I went out to the mailbox this morning. Tuesday I could conceivably get Mathilda out, if I'd worked on my side of the driveway today — which I did not. Other than checkin' out Dr Who yarn at Walmart and Hobby Lobby there's not anything I need. On the way back from SIL & BIL's Sunday evening we stopped at the grocery store. Last Wednesday, I'd hit the library so I'm good there. Just don't have anything I need. I must have a bit of cabin fever.
I did enjoy being on my own this morning. I picked up and put away some of the excesses of the previous four days when both of us were home. The wrapping paper box, the ribbon box and the Christmas / birthday bags bag have all been repacked. They're ready to be relegated to the back to the closet for many months. All the coats, hats and gloves that have been strewn around drying, have been put away (again!). It's amazing how much stuff two adults can not seem to put away.
As far as Christmas gifts, given and received . . . other than the various gift cards in varying amounts given and received one of the best received gifts we gave was a packet of 20 8" Dirty Bird Multi-Color Splatter Targets for my SIL, the new shooter in the family. She's all excited to use them. In fact, she wants to take the new shooter class again with the better hearing protectors I bought her a few months ago. She thinks she'll get more out of it because she won't be flinching every time a gun goes off.
blogging to: various YouTube videos Mr WK is listening to
reading: The Children of Men by P D James
and
Guilty: Liberal "Victims" and Their Assault on America by Ann Coulter
and
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
Parting Shot: "The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep's for which the sheep thanks the shepherd as his liberator, while the wolf denounces him for the same act as the destroyer of liberty. Plainly, the sheep and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of liberty." ~ Abraham Lincoln






