[et_pb_section admin_label="section"][et_pb_row admin_label="row"][et_pb_column type="4_4"][et_pb_text admin_label="Text"] Today is the kind of day for snuggling under the covers with a hot cup of tea watching chick's raining big, loud drops on the windows. It's dark and windy outside. I'm emailing back and forth with my girlfriends, trying to find a date during the next few weeks when we can all get together to celebrate the holidays. I'm not much in a celebratory mood today. One of my packages of Christmas gifts says it was delivered but I haven't received it, which means having to deal with trying to find it and that's always a walk in the park! (NOT!!)

Another of my friends just told us that someone close to her is rapidly losing her battle with cancer and she has a very short time left, which sucks more than I can possibly imagine.

I'm making progress on the job front but nothing is really floating my boat...I wish I had that internal voice pulling me toward a vocation but instead I have confusion and anxiety that I'll make the wrong decision.

We still have to get a Christmas tree for our apartment, and the likelihood of it happening in the next day or two is about zero because of this crappy rain.

I've been eating non stop since Friday (we had a reunion with my husband's college friends over the weekend and while it was totally awesome to see everyone and catch up all we did was eat and drink for 3 days straight), I need a cleanse. And a workout.

I have to get on the ball for the rest of my gift shopping. Teachers, day care providers, my own family, I have 3 things purchased and a list as long as my arm left to go...

Maybe I'll feel more celebratory tomorrow...for now I'm going back to bed.