Maybe it's because I missed Thanksgiving that I'm having trouble feeling that old holiday feeling. Maybe it's because I've had a cold for almost two weeks and every time I think it's gone it comes back. Maybe it's because I'm a little more financially barren than usual.
It seems to me I always have to work at it to get into the right frame of mind for this time of year. Things were on track for a good season, one of the best in a lot of years, until all those maladies hit me at once. With three new people in the family, two of them small children, this should be the best Christmas ever. But I've hardly seen any of them except to say hello to with the motor running in the driveway. It's just been that kind of December so far.
I did get have a visit from Eric today. It's the first time I've seen him since he tore up his knee a week and a half ago. He was preparing to test for his second degree black belt in tae kwon do at the time. Now that happy event, which had been scheduled for tomorrow, has been put off for a few months at least.
It was a little weird seeing him wearing a bulky brace and hobbling along my walkway on crutches. It was raining and the paving stones are wildly uneven, so he probably shouldn't have come out here in that condition. But he's a little at loose ends, since he can't really work much. School will be out after finals in a week or two. Then I wonder how he'll keep from going stir-crazy.
Me, I'm the opposite of stir-crazy. I've settled into the condition of never going anywhere. I assume when I get up in the morning that I won't feel like doing anything all day. It's a little hard to get in a jolly mood when you start out in the swamp like that. I can't let it get to me like this, because the season comes only once a year and I don't want January to find me regretting not making more of an effort.