I just got Christmas over done with and none too soon, either. Its not that it wasn't pleasant and a nice family get together, because it was. But its something I find myself getting through, an "ordeal" to come through on the other side. I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with the participants... its just me, my internal self. My internal self just doesn't feel at home here.... here in this form. It feels like an interlopator. And I'm not going to look up the spelling!
Hold on a minute. I gotta go see....
Okay, its interloper.
Bah Bah Black Sheep,
Have you any wool?
Someone that's tolerated, by polite society.
I'm still looking for my niche in life. Hell, if I ever find it, I hope I'm still able to bend over and pick it up! That damn floor is getting further and further away.