I THINK IT'S TIME TO JUMP OUT OF THE HOLIDAY BOX. Forget the swine flu..I'm running a very high cabin fever. Time to stop sulking because I got one bauble less than perfection. It's the thought that counts, and I'm more than grateful to have collected so many.
I've spent one day too many in the yoga position aptly named "couch potato". Thankfully TV Marathons and Memorial Tributes are trickling to an end. My tear ducts are just about drying up. I get weepy for the worthy and scoundrels alike, those who've passed this mortal coil. Don't get me wrong, I'm as fond of Walter Cronkite as the next person. Also, I wonder if it's all that necessary to have day long, night long marathons of "Law & Order". Programmers, please take note..."L&O" is on every day, every night, on a Mobius Strip, for eternity, going back to when Sam Waterston had black hair. A special marathon seems oxymoronic to me. And yet I can't quit it. Also marathons for shows that just debuted in October, are being given all-nighters. Oh, puhleeeze!
If your moon is in the 5th House of Fun, like mine, you've got to get out there and shake it up! So pull that last strand of tinsel off the cat, sweep those pine needles out the door once more. Go, go, go...and smile at the first baby, you see! Happy New Year!!