Drop that celebration and step away from the cheer.
Christmas is said and done and we've made it safely from one month to the next. Some hail it as a minor miracle. Some carry on as if there were a chance this may NOT have taken place.
And yet, odd as it might be, every 365 days another year presents itself. Presto.
So? Okay I DO get it.
It's a chance to start over - a proverbial clean slate. If 2010 were particularly troubling; if nothing went the way you'd hoped, dreamed or planned for - then perhaps the changing of the Calender Guard was in order. Maybe a sense of hope lay hidden among the last of October's leaves buried helplessly beneath the latest helping of snow.
Be that as it may, I, for one, am Janu-weary.
I suppose I'm a slow starter. Still need to shake off the trappings of the season. Once I catch my breath and recover there's no telling what enthusiastic sentiment awaits.
Until then, I remain true - a wee bit worn, slightly shell-shocked, and ever the eternal optimist that after a few dozen really good naps I'll be good as new. But, for now, the sign dangles from the door handle:
Do Not Disturb