4 more sleeps, kids...

Getting even closer now, and for some reason my Yuletide enthusiasm seems to have waned slightly. Maybe it’s a natural downturn after Mathew’s birthday, or maybe I went too early with my Christmas Excitement Ramp-Up, or maybe the upturn in virus cases has alarmed me, or maybe I’m just tired today. Either way, my plan to spend my workday watching Xmas films has been altered by lethargy. I simply don’t feel festive and I can’t be bothered to make the effort to try and force it.
There is a – surprisingly – professional aspect to all this. There are things I need to get sorted before the madness of The Big Day and I’m working hard to get them all done by midweek, so I can relax then instead of rushing to catch up with myself.
I did have a bit of a sore throat last night and I lay awake worrying that my little mini-tour of our garages on Friday may have exposed me to 2020’s Most Playful Virus, or that maybe I had it already and I now face the prospect of having caused an outbreak around my workforce and I’ll have to get loads of my employees to self-isolate, and I’ll then have to deal with the horror of finding staff to replace them, when it’s literally days before Christmas. But then I woke up this morning feeling fine.
I think the sore throat may have been down to the alarmingly large number of crisps, nuts, snacks and crackers that I consumed during the course of the day. Mathew is too little to enjoy most of those things, but I got some in anyway, because if you can’t take advantage of your offspring’s birthday to overindulge in party food, what’s the point of becoming a parent?

RC 21-12-20