Into January

So that's it. It was a whirlwind stay. The Man came, we feted, he left. Immediately, the house feels empty.

The Man spends two weeks in Kabul to wrap up his work, then heads to Australia to visit his cousins. I would love to go with him, especially since he can get me there on points. But I said no to it. I feel it's more important that I stay put and tend to some of the activities I had put in place for this new year. It's not often I look forward to doing something. Right now, I look forward to my activities and I don't want to be derailed.

Next week, I start another full time French course. I also start painting. I am giddy about this. My pottery class starts the week after. I missed it so. Several times over the holidays I wanted to go into the studio to get my hands dirty. My pilates classes have already started though I have yet to go to one. Now that I have ready transportation again, exercise will be a regular part of my week again. Sis put the fear of morbid obesity in me.

Tomorrow, I have a book club meeting. I have yet to read the book. This weekend, I am visiting a friend up north but I have a compulsion to clean the house and take down the Christmas tree before doing anything. Maybe I am more of a Befana than I thought.