Yesterday we stripped the Christmas tree of ornaments and the mantel of cedar, fur, and spruce boughs, thus returning it to its usual mimimalist pallette of rocks and pottery. Very grey and brownish. And today was my first day back at work in two weeks.
You would think that all those factors would combine to create the perfect storm of depression, but you know it wasn't actually all that bad.
I think I will make it to Groundhog Day after all.
We always used to drop our tree off for recycling at a firehall a few blocks from here, but a couple of years they moved the dropoff location a few blocks further down. As Jerry drove past the firehall to the tree dropoff location yesterday, he noticed that three trees had been dumped in front of the old firehall location, and on the way back he saw another four cars there dropping off their trees too. hahaha they'll be dumping them off at the firehall for the next ten years!
Just as well - gives those firefighters something useful to do. Right, Kelly?