That cold I mentioned in my last post? Took me down, baby, took me down. It started off mildly, one of those colds you think you can beat with a round of vitamin C and a lot of grapefruit juice. Ha! You know when I finally felt better? Yesterday. That's right, my friends, the cold lasted three lousy weeks.
I hate those kind of colds.
But I feel better now. Travis and I just got back from our morning walk--forty brisk minutes in the 20-degree cold--our first walk in--yes, you guessed it--three weeks. I just cleaned out my e-mail box and in a little bit am off to buy a sharply-discounted 2010 calendar.
I have to say I'm happy to have Christmas behind me. I'd hoped this would be the year we'd simplify things, but with my parents' coming, that wasn't going to happen, and having a cold kept me from always making the wisest decisions. Let's say I spent more money than I'd planned to. And I decorated more than I planned to, and cooked and baked more than I planned to ...
What I'm saying is, this wasn't the most spiritual Christmas I've ever had.
But now it's the new year, and I feel good again, though my jeans are tighter than I like. I have some big writing projects ahead of me, but not much travel until the end of March. Resolutions: Stand up straighter. Go to the Tuesday night fiddle jam over at the music store at least once. Have more people over to dinner. Seek community, in spite of myself and my proclivities and predilections.
That's it. That's as resolved as I get.
I am going to try to post more often, and soon I'm going to post a picture of the sweater I made for my dad for Christmas. Guess what? Not only did it fit perfectly, it was beautiful. A knitting victory after my awful defeat at the silky hands of a lace shawl. So the year ended in interesting ways--with me sick and tired and stressed, but also amazed that sometimes things work out exactly as you planned them.
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