It’s amazing how easily time sweeps by, or how swiftly we slip through it, whichever holds true.
I haven’t recovered from a half-baked case of flu. Some days I wake up coughing and nursing a cold. Other days, I seem to be perfectly fine if not for the creepy-scary-low-tranvestite-ish voice. Workin' too many a party!…and losing precious sleep, apart from stressful and endless card-swiping for last minute presents while battling my way through the winter chill. Something else I have yet to recover from is the inexplicable how-did-it-end-up-like-this holiday mess! Our bedroom aka “studio within a house” is jam-packed with gift bags, empty boxes, piles of clean unfolded laundry that I pulled out from the dryer many days ago, party clothes we tried on but ditched anyway for the old reliable garb, things dropped in reckless abandon, and some other stuff that still have to be classified by the Library of Congress. By the way, have you seen our floor? Where is it? Yesterday, I went to work without my cell because I misplaced it under the pile of the unknown. And I couldn’t freaking ring it with the house phone because first of, I misplaced it too! And even if I found it, it would have been dead anyway after sitting out in the dark unhooked to the charger down the hall. I know there still aren’t any excuses for the lag, but if you’re nursing an indecisive flu, while waking up early to work you’re arse off until 4:30 pm, and then coming home to change and off again to tango the social engagements on nylons and stilettos, you’ll be wedged into this situation where coming home at midnight, or past that, is actually the highlight of your day, that is, if you can stay up long enough to enjoy it without slipping into helpless stupor. Aldred started helping me clean up yesterday and as I have discovered later on, it was not because of Divine intervention. He just badly needed the remote control.
The holidays are almost over, though last year’s memories are still fresh. I’m grateful that it’s just the physical mess that I have to wrestle with come saturday morning. Despite the season turning my humble dwelling up-side-down, I’m happy. There has been nothing startling that moved my earth lately (and hopefully there's nothing else like that to come). Knock on wood, thank you very much! It has been pretty steady. I have grown to assimilate and adapt 
through the months, to me not as gracefully as I wanted it, but I’ve done so anyway. Stress doesn’t get to me as much as it used to. Nothing really has changed out there. The environment is still busy and chaotic, but with lots of practice, I’m a happy cruiser at this point. That means, better adjusted sails; less cave times = more time to give; a calm mind = more self to give; a healthy spirit = more happiness to share; and a peaceful heart = more love to give.
Cheers to a great 2008 ahead! Have a happy, healthy, peaceful and abundant one, everyone!
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