Sunday

Today is my Grandma Ruth's 81st birthday. Richard and I went to her house this morning to visit and deliver her present. It was good to see her so spry. And, as usual, we got the giggles. :)
We wanted to take her a goodie with a candle in it, but since she doesn't really do sugar or sweet things, we decided last minute to stick a few candles in a carton of her favorite cottage cheese. I knew she'd like that, and she did.

After our visit, our plans were to come home, take a nap, and put up Christmas. That was about 4 hours ago, Richard's still asleep, and I don't really care if we put Christmas decorations up this year. Isn't that awful? I should just do it anyway and I'd probably be swept up in it while I pull out my treasures. "Oh, CUTE!" I can already hear myself. But I just don't care. Richard's going back to work tomorrow after spending five straight days with me, and that in addition to what we call my usual "Sunday night blahs" and the effect of this snow is harder to take than it should be.

I've been having a bit of trouble keeping my emotions in check, though. Things that are no big deal have been making me cry for reasons unknown.

This weekend was really good for us, though. Since Richard got home early on Tuesday on account of "THE BLIZZARD," I don't think we've spent more than an hour or two apart since. I know that would drive some people crazy, but that works for us. We did Thanksgiving at my sister's, then Friday just played together. Cards, Scrabble, Wii. It was fun. Saturday we went to the Radio City Christmas Spectacular and then to our pals' new home for dinner and games and to meet their baby. That was such a good day.

Today hasn't been bad, it's just....blah. I need to learn to not let those feelings grab hold of me. I need to get back to being excited about the things I usually love, and not just blame it all on the snow. I can't change it, and it's not going anywhere for quite some time, so I guess I'll have to try harder.