I’ve packed away the ornaments and washed and stored the Christmas plates, thus I declare that today, January 15th, the holidays are over and the new year may begin. The last of my extended family has been feted and fattened and now, with no more excuses at my disposal, I will attempt to get back on track.
The cheery group below from Finland remind me of the many times they saved me from mountain trolls dwelling in impenetrable forests around my castle. A gift from a family friend, they’re as old as they look.
So, everything’s back to normal and it’s time to get back to work. But not today. Not because I’m honoring Dr. Martin Luther King but because it’s my father’s birthday and he’s been gone for over a decade now. They may have shared the same birthday but Dad would have joined a nudist colony before he’d have joined a protest march.
Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow I’ll get back to work. Any advice as to how I’ll accomplish this miracle?