The Flu from Hell and Finding Happiness Again

December is a crazy month for most people. The myriads of parties, school functions, travel hassles, and shopping trips collide with; visiting relatives, birthdays, and anniversaries which compete with; bored kids, menu planning, holiday fun, preparing at least one elaborate meal, and if you’re a football fanatic, cheering on your favorite football team as they fight for a playoff spot. There’s so much to do most of this paragraph is one long sentence.

And the whirlwind of activity isn’t over.

New Year’s celebrations demand your attention. The kids beg to stay up until midnight. You pray you can stay awake that late. Once the clock strikes midnight you toast the new year, followed by comforting your fur babies when the inevitable fireworks (giant bangs and thundering booms) begin. Before you can take a breath everyone wants to know what your resolutions are, which means you have to frantically come up with a few or explain why you don’t make them anymore.

Then January flies in with bad weather, football playoff parties, Christmas gift returns, and the hope that things will calm down soon.

Black Ice

photo credit: Albany crash via photopin (license)
photo credit: Albany crash via photopin (license)

A couple of days before Thanksgiving it was as if I’d run over a patch of black ice and lost control. Continue reading “The Flu from Hell and Finding Happiness Again”