What a whirlwind this month has been so far! I can’t believe it’s already the halfway point of January.
Of course, this means that I’ll be 30 before I know it. That’s right, the big day is at the end of the month. It’ll be an interesting one this year, for a bunch of reasons, and I’ll be glad to kiss the big 3-0 goodbye next year (for other reasons).
Here’s hoping 30 (and 31) are better for me than they were for my mom. This is something that is going to weigh heavily on my mind for a long time. I may even try to explain it at some point.
But not right now. That’s not supposed to be the point of this post. The point of this post is that holy cow, I can’t believe January’s half gone. Yep. That’s it. That’s the point.
Oh, good Lord, am I ever tired. I blame the stupid cold I’ve been fighting for a week in combination with four days of holiday merrymaking, followed by a return to work this morning (although really, work feels like a vacation compared to the thought of staying home with two energetic toddlers the way I feel right now). This unending crud has me feeling all sorts of fuzzy, impairing my ability to write but not dulling my desire.
