Winter Solstice

Toby wishes you all a very happy holiday, whatever kind you celebrate.

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I'm trying to figure out how this house got into such a state of disarray. Certainly it must be the cats, because I'm not this messy.

Things here are filed in vertical chronilogical order. Yesterday, one of those files began an avalanche, and there was no stopping it. I countered by going to bed, where there is no avalanche zone, and sleeping a marathon in which I dreamed of going to an Episcopal church with my mother (the only time she ever stepped foot in one was for my first wedding) and winding up falling asleep in the pew, and waking up with only my skirt and bra on. Then I could not find the blouse I had worn in there. To add insult to injury, they ran out of communion wafers before they got to me. Wait til I tell this one to the shrink.

I awoke midevening, with a splitting headache and no desire to clean the avalanche. I downed some pain relief, and the usual nighttime medications and decided to see if I could sleep all night, which is something I haven't done in ages. That resulted in a dream also about my family, in which I was at my sister's house, and it was a sight worse than the avalanche I had avoided in reality here. What is it about you are better able to deal with someone else's mess than your own? I kept grousing at my sister for her slovenly ways, and my mother was there, once again, taking up for her. After all, my sister has CHILDREN and therefore is not responsible for any messy housekeeping practices. This sort of dream recurrs, where my mother absolves my sister of any misdoings, but punishes me relentlessly for the same. Ah, the middle child syndrome is alive and well in me.

I have finished all my orders to be shipped out, and since I don't shop for the holidays, I am pretty much done. I have some major housecleaning to do, so I can begin the new year in a bit better shape. I hope.

There it is. My exciting life these days. Oh, and Ringo says Happy New Year, too.