ok, onward to the next part

 Christmas was harder and sadder than I was expecting. I watched a string of old Christmas movies, and Pluribus, and in the middle of one of them -- maybe Home Alone? -- just completely broke down in hard, racking sobs. Fucking grief always manages to kick me in new ways.

But my husband bought a pile of thoughtful gifts, and filled my stocking with scratchies, and made us kielbasa and kapusta and yummy little pierogis. My only task was to wash the dishes afterward. I needed the break. 

And now it's over and I am off to work today. Work will consume most of my free time and thinking time for the next week, as I work a bunch of extra shifts to cover for an injured co-worker, and have to take down my Christmas booth in between all of that. This will be good for me, I need my mind on something else than my sadness.

Speaking of work, it's time to go get ready. Enjoy the time off, regular worker bees!