. . . is getting tired.
I did a 1000-piece puzzle of Rafaello's 'School of Athens.' I bought it at the Vatican in 2008, and saved it for a winter's day (or six).
I was sick on New Year's Eve, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. This has been my second NYE solo. I discovered that it's not so bad. Once you get past the count down and stroke of midnight, the sadness goes away. sort of.
Christmas morning is another story -- still haven't gotten used to waking up alone, and it is lackluster without my little Albabe sharing gifts under the tree.
I want a do-over. I can't shake this feeling of loss.
Looking forward to spring, my flowers, and the sun to warm my neglected soul.