Categories: uncategorized
Date: 22 December 2006 11:00:38
I provoked fate.
I wrote of how my work goes quiet shortly before Christmas, generally leading me to a time of slightly mournful contemplation. I suppose I should have predicted that, as a result of writing that, this year the lead up to Christmas would be manic. And so it has been - I've barely had a moment to think about anything for the last month. Having two birthdays to handle in the month before Christmas doesn't help, but they've just been the icing on the cake - there's been plenty else keeping me snowed under. I've gone beyond the stage of juggling hundreds of balls, and reached a point where each day I'm just wondering which balls I'll miss. But at least once the ball is on the ground there is, generally, nothing more to be done about it, and that brings the nearest thing I'm familiar with to peace. So, at last, I'm finally getting something of the usual pre-Christmas lull, and the contemplation is more regretful than mournful (which, I suppose, just means I'm accepting my guilt rather than blaming others). Fortunately it's not quite as bleak as that sounds - I have managed to catch some balls - most of my family will have presents for Christmas, some of which they might even like. And I have managed to remember every single party that the kids have been invited to, and provide food or presents as appropriate. But I do need a break now.