I am wondering this morning why I am so dozy...or at least especially so and then I realize it has been a solid month of holiday-ness for us. A month since the serious shopping, the parties, the time-off, working (or a reasonable facsimile) in the quiet office, trips in the car and sleeping in.  One-twelfth of my life.

Is that a bit much or should I just be as grateful as my much relaxed state warrants? I do think it would be nice to carve out something of it and move it to February, mandatory winter carnival. Without a garden and therefore a need to oogle seed catalogue porn, I am a bit at a loss over what to do with the next few months.