Well, I’ve made it home and I survived Christmas. And considering how things went for some of us, surviving Christmas is no small feat.
How many of your Christmases involved 3 visits to emergency rooms for 2 different people in 2 different towns in 2 different counties? Not many? That’s what I thought. But mine did. Thankfully none of those trips were for me or related to anything I did to anybody else, but I’m kind of glad I got out of there when I did. Between hospital visits and the flu, people were dropping like flies back home and you never know, I could have been next.
My step dad got the worst of it. Thanks to a horrific hide and seek injury and a bad landing while shooting a basketball, he’s got an eye that’s pretty much swollen shut and a broken leg complete with cast from foot to about an inch or 2 from where your underwear would start. All of this happened in less than 24 hours on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, and the way his luck was going we were kind of expecting him to throw out a shoulder opening presents on Boxing Day. Happy holidays, indeed.
But I’m home and now I’m realizing just how much this Christmas wiped me out. I actually napped for an hour and a half yesterday, and if you know anything about me you know that’s damn near impossible. We still have one more very small gift exchange with a couple of friends to get through and then it’s all over for another year. Thankfully this one shouldn’t be much of an ordeal, the most active part will be chasing a toddler around the apartment. New Year’s won’t be anything exciting either, and that suits me just fine. Last year was pretty much the first New Year’s that I’ve been able to just do nothing, and I loved it. No parties to host, nothing to sober up for the next day, just some time to relax. Looking very much forward to it. I know there are people who miss our New Year’s Eve parties, but I am most definitely not among them. Sorry guys, but it took me 30 years to get a New Year’s to myself and stopping at one doesn’t feel like the thing to do.
Carin should be coming home today unless something has changed overnight. I’m not sure what she’s got planned as far as posting goes, but speaking for myself, I’m taking a break. Now that Christmas is over there’s time for something resembling a proper holiday, and I’m going to take it. I might post the odd joke if I get some good ones and I’ll put up the Darwin Awards when I get the press release, but other than that I’m gonna try to lay low for a few days. I may have some profound things to say on Twitter (Doesn’t everybody?) so feel free to follow me there if you do that sort of thing.
Talk to you all later, and happy New Year. Oh, and try not to kill yourselves like my family is doing.