I made the mistake to go running this morning. Thinking, "Well, it is above freezing today, I should run this morning." Boy was I wrong. However, the exercise did feel good, except the breathing part. And I do a lot of breathing when I am running, so that felt more like the fires of hell expanding in my chest. Odd how really cold air could be so burning when it gets pulled in through your nose, isn't it?!
But, the point of me telling you I was running this morning, while I was running/jogging/burning my lungs with the fires of hell, was that I started thinking that there was really only one more week until Christmas. Not that I am counting down for Santa this year. I am not sure he is stopping by our place--we are surely going smaller this go around. But I thought I think this is the first year I will miss Christmas time.
Usually Christmas makes me feel like a big Bah, Humbug! But this year, I planned way ahead. I shopped deals and made many more gifts. I baked a lot and listened to a lot of Christmas music. I have avoided most shopping situations and centers. I visited the post office to mail Christmas packages before Thanksgiving this year. And this is the first year, in a long time, I really feel glad about the whole seasonal feeling.
I think I will miss it. But let's give it one more week to be good and sure.
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