The tasks of cleaning up after the holidays makes me feel dead on arrival. Why is taking down a christmas tree more exhausting then putting up a Christmas tree? (Oh, this is not a photo of my Christmas tree but a photo of one of the grave sites in Rose Hills, I drive by it everyday.) Took down the outdoor lights, packed up the Christmas decorations and got a case of the common cold. Now, I'm sneezing my brains out and drinking hot honey ginger tea and trying to keep warm. What a way to start the New Year in intensive care!
Happy New Year to you all. This is the year of the Rat!