Hailing from my Bed

Before I worry anyone, I am fine. I just have a people hangover. I'm so grateful for my Christmas traditions, but 4 days of family is just a lot for the person who thrives on not leaving their house from Friday evening until Monday morning.

I've now stared at this screen with less than 50 words for an hour begging my mojo to return; however, it seems to be a cruel mistress. I spent an hour in Barnes & Nobles tonight trying to please the writing gods, but it is still crickets. That's ok though... I'm going to go downstairs, walk around the 10 books I bought because I have 1 day off of work, pour a glass of whiskey, curl back under my warm blanket and get lost in more episodes of Emily in Paris. I hate the cold of this time of year, but there is something romantic about about slowing down and enjoying things I don't make time for during the rest of the year. Those spaces in between make my heart happy.