3 more sleeps...

Another Christmas will soon be in the can. For the first time ever, I think, I can't wait for it to be over. What I'd really like to do is run away to some place that is very quiet and hide out in bed for a week. Or two. Alone. Not even a fantasy fellow would be invited. I'm too tired and low feeling to entertain such make-believeness. In fact, I can't even fantasize myself into feeling attractive enough for pretend bodice ripping hijinks. Maybe I'd bring a book, but even that feels like a lot of work. Oh boo-hoo. Another sad sack blue Christmas blog post. Just what the world needs.

I'm eating kale and quinoa. Healthful.