Home to reality

We came home Wed., and that night my tummy started getting these *pains* and I woke up sick the next day.  Well welcome-la-di-da-home to me!  Bah humbug.  Another bummer is coming home to Christmas decorations needing to be put away and left-over junk to be picked up.  As much as I love decorating for Christmas, I absolutely *HATE* packing it all away again.  Ok, if I was a millionaire, that's the first thing I would do:  throw out all my decorations each year.  No no, on second thought, I wouldn't because I'm sentimentally attached to most of my decorations.  I spend Christmas Eve in the hospital one year many years ago, having had an emergency appendectomy, and I received the cutest baskets and such with flower arrangements.  Funny how such a depressing, sad event (my kids were young at the time and I wasn't home with them on Christmas morning!) can leave me with some happy memories.  Weird, now that I think of it.  And of course the tree ornaments:  every year, my kids picked out their own ornaments.  that's always nice memories to look at them each year.  So I suppose my best millionaire wish would be to pay my maid and butler to pack them all up for me.

I don't do the New Year's Resolution thing.  I figure if I need to change something, I shouldn't wait until the first day of the year, just do it whenever.  However, I will make one this year and that's to get some new stories written, dammit!  And some published too, of course.

Over and out.