Okay, I know my blog is a little lame these days. So I'm just checking in so you know I'm still alive. I am. I'm just tired.
I have trouble making myself do much of anything, blog posting included. I know it should only be a few more weeks until I have some energy and am feeling a little more alive, but for now, I'm tired. It's taking all my energy to try to get Christmas things done (and even then, I'm cutting back from what I had originally planned to do...) in between all my floppings down in the chair by the fire.
In that case, I'm also having a little trouble taking care of household things. A few days ago, I made a giant pot of Sloppy Joe and told Nathan, "We might get sick to death of eating Sloppy Joe, but at least we have food in the house! Breakfast, lunch and dinner, baby." He actually didn't complain. Starvation does that do a person.
This afternoon after baking bread and packing up a box to mail, I looked around me and was suddenly appalled at the condition of my household. Ugh. What a pit.
So we bundled up and went outside to take water to the chickens and get the eggs and tromp around the yard following all the animal tracks (man, we have a lot of rabbits out there...).
If I don't see the mess it doesn't bother me, right?
Except then I had to come back in. It is winter, after all, and I can't stay outside nearly long enough to not be bothered by the fact that it looks like a bomb went off in here.
Speaking of bombs, I've never wished for a dishwasher more in my entire life. More dishes? Again? Where are the paper plates, anyway?
And speaking of it being winter (cuz we were... before...), today is the first day. First. Day. Just? Only? You mean spring isn't coming yet? Cuz it's been winter for at least a month. And the depressing thing is that when spring technically arrives in March, it will still be winter. How unfair.
Am I sounding comlainy? Whiny? Maybe I do. I really don't have anything to complain about, but I am any way.
Did I mention we all have sore throats and coughs? And it's Christmas week? And Nathan's not allowed to sleep Christmas week for all the church work he has to do?
I've given him my Kill-What-Ails-You-If-It-Doesn't-Kill-You-First Plague Tonic (onions, garlic, ginger, horseradish, habaneros --all raw-- chopped up and soaked in vinegar for 6 weeks. The resulting vinegar is... "potent" to say the least.), homemade elderflower tincture, vitamin C, Airborn, Zinc, and I'll keep pouring cod liver oil down his throat long after he passes out from my helpful ministrations.
So now I have a heapin' heap of laundry to do and lots more baking this week, but for now I'm going to go engage in some more flopping in that chair over there by the fire...
Maybe tonight we'll skip supper and go straight to Hot Toddies.