keeping my finger in the pie

I hope everyone had a joyful day yesterday. We went over to my sister's house for a late lunch/early dinner. It was cold and windy and overcast. Not very beckoning. Except for that one foray out, we spent the day on the couch snoozing and reading and watching movies.

I actually wrote two posts yesterday and deleted them both. The first one sounded too depressing so I tried again with the same results which was curious because I'm not feeling depressed and had had a fun week, if a bit tiring, with the g'kids. But the major event of this month put a damper on any christmas/holiday post I might have made, the holiday season was a non-event for us this year and the document where I keep my ideas and work on posts had me singularly uninspired.

In fact I'm still a bit uninspired, still drained I guess from the whole death experience. So why, you are probably wondering, am I writing at all? Good question. See the title above.

I like this day of the year a lot. The big run up to christmas is over, no more pressure for us to go out and single handedly save the economy, no more christmas carols twisted for marketing, no more christmas music in the stores. Hallelujah! Christmas is over and it's not Marcmas yet.

Now begins the week of reminiscing, the lists of best and worst, the tidying up of the events of the year. The firework stands are open and I believe I will joyfully see this one out. I haven't had time to work on my cast projects since before Thanksgiving and I am anxious to get back to them here at the tail end of the 'lost days'.