Post-holiday blahs

Almost reminiscent of post-partum blues. Keep telling myself, all you have to do is get a bin and put it in the living room, and every time you go through there, put something in the bin. But all that wrapping, and deciding what to put on the bottom and what on the top. Better idea: Put every-other item in the garbage can.

At least I'm exercising every day. And selling a few books. And the kitchen floor has never been cleaner since First Man walked on it.