And what have you done? Well, not much so far. I’m at work, at the office, pushing through 3 manuscript reviews I promised to do and haven’t yet finished. One down, two to go now. What else? A whole lotta nuttin’. I was just thinking the other day that I haven’t, as yet, bought one single present. Isn’t that strange? I’ve not even done my Christmas baking, a few cheese-sausage ball and Neiman Marcus bars aside. I just am not in the Christmas spirit for some reason. I’m not morbidly depressed or anything, but I’m just not really feeling it either. Sure, I’ve tried unsuccessfully to buy Jackson a few presents, but I hate the idea of shipping them when Susie and Rachel are out of town, so I have had a failure to click the “checkout” button.
My poor tree is so naked right now … well, at least, underneath.
Luckily, I have Max and Gwennie around. We’ve spent the last two nights with no lights on but those on the Christmas tree, watching movies. I’m making that push from light tears to full-on bawling, which for me starts with The Holiday and moves through the Narnia movies and ends with Love, Actually. I’m not sure why The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe makes me cry, but it does: every time Lucy, Edmund, Susan, and Peter get crowned at the end, I just get a little teary-eyed. Maybe it has something to do with how much I loved the cartoon as a child. Don’t know. But Love, Actually, well, that’s just a tear-fest.
And until you’ve lain on the couch with Ms Gwennie and had Max lie on top of you and snuggle for 2 hours, well, you really just haven’t lived. Max may be, hands down, the sweetest, most wonderful dog ever created … you just have to push through his crazy hyper times and enjoy him after 8:00 p.m., when he moves into snuggle-sleep mode, and wants nothing more than to be touching you.
Enough for the blog distraction: now back to work …