It’s cold and rainy outside and Luna and I are snuggled up by the tree. Homemade chex mix is cooling in the kitchen and we’re in for the night. We limped our way here, Luna in her cast and me in the slippers I just found. Luna’s limp is pronounced and pitiful – she fractured her paw over Thanksgiving and just had surgery last week. One plate, six screws, and three wires are holding her little foot together. She’s in a cast for 6-10 weeks, on three different meds, and for crying out loud, she just wants to go play outside already.
I don’t have an actual limp, but I could probably use someone ordering me to slow it all down. September and October were a total blur, and November followed right along with them. It’s December and I don’t even remember when the days got so short or which tests I’ve already given. I’m mailing off my last wedding tomorrow and I’m so proud and tired and thankful for this season and all the opportunities it’s brought. But mostly just tired.
Recovery mode this holiday season looks like baking and snuggling my poor puppy. It looks like saying yes to more time with friends and dates with my husband. It also looks like dusting off my Bible and putting pen to paper (or fingers to keys). It’s been a little quiet lately, but I have every intention of filling this little corner of the internet with beautiful stories, my own included.
In the meantime, be on the lookout for some recipe and book posts – don’t say I never left you well fed or well read 😉