It’s my favorite 2 weeks of the year. About the 20th of December till right after New Year’s. I love getting ready for Christmas, living Christmas, resting after Christmas, enjoying the down time and family time, preparing for the New Year parade and football games, living them and then the satisfaction when it’s all over.
This year didn’t happen. Mostly. Almost totally. What started out as a run of the mill UTI turned out to be something differently entirely (I could write a pamphlet on peeing in a cup and how to survive the E.R. at 4 a.m.) and I spent a miserable two and half weeks trying to 1. figure out what was wrong 2. get better 3. pretend to enjoy the holidays so everyone else could enjoy them.
There were days no knitting happened at all. Days I didn’t open my computer. Days I didn’t get off the couch. I was a sad pathetic Tigger.
There were days I could muscle through a bit of it and force myself to go to Knit Club anyway, only to go home and be miserable afterward. But at least I got there. It’s been a weak time in which my husband took the opportunity to get me hooked on one of his favorite in the Star Trek Series: Deep Space Nine. A show I swore I could never be interested in. He’s a sneaky one.
I’m hoping I’ve turned a corner. I am now the proud owner of my own urologist. Yay me.
Hope for today: Get to Adult Knit Club tonight. Do school with Adrienne. Make something for dinner. Be cheerful.