Girding up my loins
Days long and full, evenings of exhaustion where I am so spent I can hardly keep my eyes open long enough to mumble out a blog post.
This crazy train week has been going off the rails.
But…piled on my dining room table are boxes ready for the post office. The post office, if you’ll remember, is my nemesis. I don’t know why I hate it so much, but I do. Tomorrow, however, I have to face my angst and pack up the aforementioned boxes and go stand in line.
I keep reminding myself of the truth: when those boxes are safely transferred to the hands of the postal workers, I will be able to relax and actually enjoy the rest of my holiday season. It’s not that I don’t have other things to do…it’s just that I won’t have that trip to that place hanging over my head, spoiling every potentially nice moment by flooding my mouth with the taste of dread.
I might actually come home from work and make another batch of my supremely spicy Chex mix, or perhaps some Christmas cookies.
It could happen.