Quite a ways to go before it’s a happy one. I usually feel miserable around the Winter holidays, but this one was especially disappointing.
It was good to see (most of) my family and we had a good time. Some typical awkwardness, but we had plenty of booze to remedy that. The crowd seemed a lot younger and much more lively. Last year a lot of people were out of state and the older family members are dying off. Everybody (else) also brought their significant other, so the place was filled.
I think the highlight of the evening was my aunt telling me to go downstairs to bring my grandfather to dinner. He died earlier this year and was cremated. He never accepted any invitation to dine with us for the holidays, so we gave him no choice this year.
Ugh, I can’t even talk about the other stuff. Too personal for my personal website. No offense to you, dear reader, it’s just that I wish these words didn’t exist. Some of it is embarrassing, some of it depressing, some of it I still can’t believe it’s not fiction. Like my doctor always said, “maybe if you just ignore it, it will go away”.
As if misery isn’t bad enough, it’s always good to have a few days off before you get back to the grindstone. You know, let it all sink in. Sleep for 18 hours a day, forget about the need to eat, throw hygiene right out the window.
The first day back at work is always a blast. Whoever decided to play ‘Every Day is Exactly the Same’ on the first work morning of the new year should be fired. In fact, just forget about playing Nine Inch Nails on morning radio. Nobody who cuts themselves wakes up before midday.
[sigh]