I’m done. I’m ready. I have one hour of work left, and then off to friends for Christmas.
I am having all kinds of feelings. Almost ALL of them are good. Warm. Sentimental. Full of gratefulness. Excitement.
They say it’s a full moon tomorrow. They say the next one on Christmas will be in 2034.
Surely this means something special. Auspicious. Surely this means a new dawn, day, year, life, era, is nigh.
I plan to spend the next 19 years until the next full moon on Christmas enjoying my life and the people (and animals) in it.
I fell very similarly to this post from last year, only more so. It feels good to be me without him. At least today.
Happy holidays, everyone.