It's just January

I’ve never been so glum on New Year’s Eve as I was two days ago. While everyone else was rejoicing at the end of the hardest year any of them had ever known, I was feeling strangely anticlimactic and uncaring.
Maybe it was the post-Christmas Blues kicking in, or maybe it was a bit of nerves about the changes I face with work in the next few months, or maybe I’m just a moody bastard, who knows? We kept it low-key anyway, with Mathew being a problem at nights recently. He seems to be bringing in about 4 molars at the same time, so he’s a bit sore in the gob department and not eating properly. I know that I can be a grumpington when I’m not able to enjoy food and when insomnia is kicking in, so I can’t blame him really for keeping us awake with his tossing and turning and grizzling. But after three nights of nocturnal stirrings we didn’t feel like partying at home on the 31^st.
So it was cheese and biscuits and a bottle of wine and we sat together and watched “Skyfall”.
Not a bad way to end the year, now I think about it. 

RC 2-1-20