I’m still away, but today is the last day. Its a cold day with wind making more noise than the dishwasher. Christmas is in two weeks and I’ve done nothing to prepare. No gifts. No decorations. No plans with family.
I don’t want to be a scrooge, but I just don’t have any holiday spirit. I feel stuck just existing. Some of this is stress over money, work, and kids. The youngest is no holding up his promises, and that is causing friction.
I hope to find some holiday spirit, but I think all I found was a winter cold.
I think about you often, wonder how you are. Mostly, I miss being happy with you.