I might sleep into the new year.

We never really said goodbye.

We didn’t really go away.

I’m not sure what to think of it.

Did I deal with this earlier? or do I still need to face it?

The sleep thing.

The body keeps winning when I try to watch movies on television.

But now.

My mind knows it’s time to go to bed, but I still have a good bit of unpacking to do.

Muscles tired.

Feet sore.

I have to write about Christmas.

Also, Dirty Dancing.