Today is a day for normalize; for routine. I have washed dishes. I have washed, dried, folded, and put away laundry with the humming of the washer in the background to remind me there is more to come. I have vacuumed the house (and in the process, learned that my incredibly powerful vacuum can actually suck up a strand of Christmas lights and that both the lights and the vacuum can survive such an ordeal). I have been telling Cody for days that I will sew on Kissy Shrimp’s antenna, by far the most challenging surgery I will have performed on him to date, so I guess that must get done today as well. I am currently procrastinating the washing of the kitchen and bathroom floors by blogging. Yup, a fairly typical morning around here. Except for the updates about my dad.
I do not want this post to be about my dad. I need a break from it. I will say that he woke up this morning more or less how he was before. I have mixed feelings on this.
After Carter gets home from school we will have our lunch and then head out to the store for milk and laundry detergent. There are kid shoes to exchange for a larger size and the mail to pick up at the post office. The mail will remind me of the Christmas cards I have done nothing about. I am currently of the mind to not do Christmas cards this year. I usually hand write several sentences in each of the 50 plus cards I send out and include a family picture. I take pride in doing this. It is something I enjoy but it is a lot of work and it takes a lot of time. Perhaps in the new year I will carve out some time to hand write a note to everyone who would have been on my Christmas card list.