Rain and bidding good-bye (don't let the door hit ya) to 2023--

Isn't it strange to need the humidifier set up and all it ever does is rain? Odd juxtaposition. Today is the day I put my house to rights: tree removal, mess clean up, and getting a few groceries. I looked at the flyer to see what is on sale, and I'm sorely tempted to get steak tips. I don't know why, because I usually do not care one bit about steak, or much red meat, actually. Maybe my iron is low. I'll get the shrimp, likely, and a few odds and ends, but the best part of a holiday meal of such size as ours was is that the leftovers have sustained us. Ok, we are about sick of ham-related things. I was going to make a ham mac and cheese, but I dunno. I don't even want pasta. We had that with meatballs the other night. 

I don't really know what I want, and I'm feeling out of sorts. Not sick, thankfully, just left-footed. Not quite myself. It's probably an expected side effect of being so unusually busy and exhausted. Like Alice in the Johnny Depp version of Alice in Wonderland, I have "lost my muchness."

I had hopes that 2023 would at least apologize for being such a bitch of a year, but nope. The petty annoyances and larger concerns just keep piling on. We are working through them, but a break would be good. A break in the weather would even make it a little easier to confront the daily pile of stuff. That's not to say that the year has been all bad, but gee whiz, there's been a lot of things to deal with, mostly since April. I'm feeling a little punch-drunk.

Let's just say, I had hopes that 2023 would be "normal" and it threw me a knuckball in a full count.

We'll rally, we always do. But I'm  gonna open every freakin' window and door on NYE to let this one out.

Have a good day,

C