Tea break’s over, back on yer heads
Ugh. That’s it. We’re done. Nine hours from now, my alarm will go off and my eyes will open and I will sigh…oh, such a terrible deep sigh.
On average, I’ve slept three hours more than usual every morning of my holiday. This is going to hurt.
Never mind. You can have contentment all the time, but joy is based on difference. For Christmas to be Christmas, January two has to to make your eyes water with awful. Say, it’s raining, btw.
Hope yours was half as nice as mine. See you after the ibuprofen kicks in…
January 1, 2018 — 11:17 pm
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