Saturday: It's been a lovely day. We slept in, for us. And we had such a lovely sleep. For one thing it was cold, so it was nice to be under the covers together. Often enough, I shed a layer while John is piling on a third layer. Last night we both were comfortable and cozy without my being too warm or his being too cold.
I was reading a blog today and the post written this week stated that the writer was putting away Christmas and returning to an 'ordinary' life. That sentence really struck me because one thing I haven't had in the past three years is an ordinary life. This holiday season wasn't ordinary. It felt like we were slogging through the end of an overlong novel. I don't want what has passed for ordinary in our lives. I don't want normal, at least not what had become normal. I want anything but ordinary!
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