Already this morning I've yammered on to Cap about being convinced that at least some of my cells have lived through trauma connected to this time of year. What else can explain how deeply rattled my system has been feeling?
Full moon? Yes.
Shortest day of the year? Yes.
Seasonal Affective Disorder? Yes.
Holiday madness? Yes. (The most lunatic of oxymorons.)
Yet, yet, yet...it struck me this morning. Something is being remembered as wrong. Way down inside me.
Here come the bullets:
• dinner and dessert were well received last night. (Cap made poached cardamon pears...yum)
• I felt like I *got* the slow cooker a bit more yesterday as I eased the pork into a nice, tender finish.
• hosting a gaggle of homeschooling Minecrafters this afternoon. excited and nervous.
• MA cousins coming this weekend!
• holiday celebration with family this weekend...latkes!
• getting some stuff done in the big bedroom (impending guests provide good impetus :-)
• I love tzatziki.
• my three dudes rock.
Peace and love.
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