I did it.
I survived this hell week. As predicted, there was that “last minute gotta get it done end of year oh my god” contract that, surprisingly, was accomplished. Earlier in the week I’d said “no way”, and yet, it was done.
I wish I felt proud about such things. I used to. No more.
Anyhoo, I made it through.
And now. Two weeks. No work.
It’s too much to contemplate. I’m going to savor each and every one of my sixteen days sans work.
Today the holiday ham was ordered. Presents are wrapped. Egg nog in the fridge. The Cute Boy™ in the house.
Bring on the holidays! I’m ready!
Photo by Karen Fayeth
