... are not wildly exaggerated, I'm afraid. Oh, I'm fine. There's nothing seriously wrong, and I should keep some perspective and remember that. I just got hit by a pile of work-related stuff, math-man came home from the fall semester of his sabbatical, and both kids showed up on my doorstep. And the Christmas knitting seemed to be un-knitting itself while I slept; there was always more to do. And truly, I'd forgotten how often you have to feed 22-year-old boys.
I went to Christmas Eve Mass, and sat next to Michael (from Musing's Musings) and he checked my pulse to verify a heartbeat. Apparently seeing me walk in under my own power didn't quite reassure him ;) (OK, he didn't really do this, but he did express concern.)
That's entirely enough whining. I'm back. I'm formulating thoughts for another season of blogging. They might even turn into something interesting; one never knows. Something about the links (which I intend to find or make up if I must!) between courage and compassion and using those to change the world. Up until now I've treated the little things we've done to change the world as acts of will. Which they also are. Yet sometimes I feel held back by a lack of courage. (Can we please avoid calling it cowardice? I like living in denial.) I'll get back to you on all of this, as it becomes more clear.
Merry Christmas to all of you. Happy New Year! And we've passed the solstice, so the light is coming back too. You have to love that!!
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Speaking of the Solstice, I was out a couple of nights ago and it was about 4:30 pm and I said to my friend, Look, it's still light out! A wonderful change.
Well! I'm glad you're still with us. And hope you had a wonderful Christmas. Did you get your knitting done?
I did finish it! It was touch and go, but it got done.
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