Hard to believe, but all orders have shipped out today. Another season is done. Is it weird to feel like Christmas is over when we reach this point? We’re sort of over it ourselves already, but the chatter of anticipation from the kids remind us that it’s not. Spent the bulk of the day just sitting around, zoned out and nursing a light cold that has been waiting to manifest. I didn’t really do a single thing of substance today, didn’t have an appetite either and didn’t leave the house. Despite the low energy, it was pretty perfect.
There’s always a bit of a transition when life gets back to post-holiday normal. You really do get used to the constant go go go, then suddenly one day you drive the last of the packages to the post office and afterwards find yourself sitting on the couch eating popcorn and watching SNL Christmas skits. Like the past 4 weeks never happened.
Time can feel so warped.