Just like there are is a week before Christmas when it is completely impossible to get anything not Christmas related done, there seems to be a week after New Years (oh, who am I kidding — a week and a half) when I’m too stunned by the holidays to do anything, either. It doesn’t help that M is still home, and I’d really rather just hang out with her, especially since once she leaves I won’t see her until May.
It’s good to just admit when you’ve been conquered, I think.
Next week — next week I will be in very good shape.
(Picture taken at the ballet from our seats at the very top of the very top of the balcony.)