You spend your year doing what you did on the first day of it, I’m told, therefore I’m up for: sleeping in, a couple of chores, writing thank you cards, rearranging furniture, reading a good book, arguing with Anders, playing with the kids, half an hour walk in the foggy greyness of the afternoon, finishing off the cookies, and having a headache. Waking up with a migraine when you weren’t even drinking the night before isn’t really fair, however I am obviously way too bloody old to be staying up partying until 4:30 in the morning. *looks for sympathy*<\/p>\n
Conversation with Karin in the Bath<\/b>:
\nKarin: Mmmm…strawberry shampoo smells sooooooooooo good<\/i>
\nLiz: *scrubbing her head* What do you want to be when you grow up?<\/i>
\nKarin: Hrrmmm…I don’t really know.<\/i> *thinks for a moment*…A mommy<\/i>
\nLiz: *surprised* A mommy? Really? Why would you want to be a mommy?<\/i>
\nKarin: You’re a mommy.<\/i>
\nLiz: What if you get a kid like YOU??<\/i> *dabs her nose with bubbles*
\nKarin: *scrunches up face* Oh no, that can’t happen, there’s no one like me.<\/i><\/p>\n
Rounded off 2005 by finishing all of the Narnia books, to bring my total of books read to 110, averaging 9 books a month. It’s hard to grasp total words\/pages consumed however, when you consider the list veered from the Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes in 2 volumes to the gigantic (and waste of time) brick of book that was Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell to the quickly slurped up Spiderwick Chronicles and All-of-a-Kind-Family books. I’m in the middle of Mirror Mirror<\/i> by Gregory Maguire now, and very much enjoying it.<\/p>\n
2 weeks of vacation just whipped by, leaving me spinning in their wake. Despite not doing anything social all week, I feel a lassitude that has settled like a drug over me. Probably too many cookies, if truth be told. I’m surprised I haven’t sprouted cinnamon red hots instead of freckles. Only a few hours left of this day and then back to a more normal routine, although the first few weeks back at work promise to live up to that old Chinese curse about living in interesting times.<\/p>\n
This entry is boring. I’m sorry for it, but there it is.<\/p>\n