In the immortal words of The Waitresses:

“Bah, humbug!” No, that’s too strong
‘Cause it is my favorite holiday

Yes, Virginia, I really want to just bypass Christmas this year.  I am not feeling it at all.  The house is a mess and not decorated to my liking and that makes me disgruntled.  I have been sick since before Thanksgiving and I can’t sleep.  At all.  And that makes me miserable and grumpy.  We still have Christmas shopping to do and I haven’t wrapped a thing.  Christmas cookies are not done yet (although, they have been started) and Buzz and I don’t know what we’re drinking on Christmas Eve for our Christmas tradition.  Nor can we afford to buy anything to drink on Christmas Eve.

And to top it off?  Yesterday, we almost lost two cats.  Phoebe nearly went into insulin shock (a near miss because I was sick and working from home and happened to see her have a big-time ‘sode and was able to get her to the vet where they put her on a dextrose drip for several hours and stabilized her) and I thought that Courtney had escaped into the great outdoors.  We searched for an hour and a half in the dark looking for a grey tabby.  Do you know how impossible it would be to see a grey tabby amongst fallen leaves and dead grass?  And we live on a very busy street.  I expected that the next time I saw her, she’d be dead.  But, no, she was sleeping peacefully upstairs in a place I never thought to look.

So at the end of yesterday, I announced that I’d had just about as much vacation as I could stand (from “Six Days and Seven Nights").  And I just want to be done with it.  But I don’t want to be totally down on Christmas.  It is my favorite holiday and I wait for this all the rest of the year.  It’s just a pity that this one is turning out so sucky.  So, in my sister’s words, here’s to January 2nd.

Of course, the new year means working on various weekends throughout January and, seriously, we could really use a break.