Why, when I had such a nice and stress-free Christmas, do I feel so darn blue? It was a great Christmas, really it was. But I don’t feel like writing about it. I’ll just say this: the organic, grass-finished, free range ham was delicious.  NOT one BITE of guilt in eating that happy piggy. I’ve been enjoying the leftovers all week. But.

Yesterday I was especially sad.

I think part of my problem is that I haven’t left the house since Monday.  Why is this?  I don’t know. I think I’m depressed and letting the depression keep me lethargic and slow. There’s been plenty of food in the house, so I didn’t have a lot of incentive to go anywhere.

A had pink eye, then C got it too. Now I have it too.  Ya know what? Those kids weren’t lying. The eyedrops really do sting like crazy.  I let A give me my eyedrops. She did a good job, except for the one that she accidentally dropped onto my lips. Pfeh!

Today I looked at the Christmas tree and decided enough was enough.  I removed all the ornaments (putting them away NOT neatly but into a box that was lying around) and dragged that heavy, heavy tree, rootball and all, out into the sunporch, leaving a wonderful empty spot in the living room. AH! That’s better! And I removed the stockings from around the fireplace.

OVER! Christmas is OVER! I have a trip to plan, summery clothes to locate, laundry to do, a messy kitchen to clean and more. Too bad I have so little energy. I didn’t even make coffee until just now.

You know it’s bad when you’re not leaving the house, you’re so slow you don’t even make coffee in a timely manner, and then even when you make it, it sits there waiting for you.

I need to drink coffee and get out of the damn house.