It’s 2005, and tomorrow is back to “normal” life. But then, what exactly IS normal?
Don’t worry. I’m not going to get all introspective here. I’m really not in the mood. But there is something special about that time between Thanksgiving and New Year’s. I’m not sure what it is.
I’m trying to look to the new year with optimism. But you all know my typical way of thinking. All I can conjur up in my mind are endless grey and dreary days, cold and/or rain, and battling depression. I hoping things will be better than that. I have some amazing new friends whose lives I want to be all up in. Perhaps that will help keep me sane.
Random tidbit: Letting off steam is a good thing sometimes, as long as it’s not taken too far. I keep getting this feeling that the best/worst is yet to come, though. There is a lot more to certain things than meet the eye. Not a happy thought.
I’ve got a slight headache and I’m tired. Aidan should be ready for a nap soon, I think. But again, he didn’t wake up til late morning, and he didn’t fall asleep until 2am! I wish he’d go to bed earlier–like 1030 or so would even be good. But alas, he’s a night owl like his mommy. I think he’s ready for a nap, though. Goodness knows I could use one!