Well it seems I've set a new record. It's nearly 10:00 PM on Dec 26 and I have not yet packed away all signs of Christmas. Wow. Go figure.
Normally I start itching to undecorate by noon on Christmas day.
But this year I just don't have the energy for it. If I could twinkle my nose and have it all fly into boxes I'd have it gone. But I don't want it away bad enough to haul all the tubs out and start crating it just yet. I'll get there.
So now we wind down the last week of 2008. Clearly, calendar days are totally arbitrary segments of the continuum of time, like hours and like minutes and like weeks and like years. We make them up, appointing concepts of starting and stopping to segments of forever as if they had any real meaning.
Our feeble finite mortal brains have a tough time wrapping around eternity. So we pretend that time matters.
Buying into this silly social construct, I feel reflective as the last days of this year sputter to a close.
I vacillate between going all pro-active with goals and resolutions for the new year or just wanting to hunker down, hold on tight and get through whatever comes next.
I suspect there will be some big changes for Casa Piranha in the coming year - some of our own choosing and plenty we never suspected.
Am I up for it? Dunno - but ready or not here they come.