Christmas was wondrous.
It really was wonderful.
Saturday, I crashed.
Hard.
In fact, I don't remember Saturday at all.
Sunday, I actually got out of my bed and laid downstairs by Mike.
I didn't shower.
I didn't do anything, actually.
It was pretty bad.
Yesterday (Monday), I felt pretty good.
In feeling pretty good, I took down all of Christmas, organized the upstairs closets, rearranged the front room furniture and kitchen, vacuumed, and dusted.
Mike came home.
He was less than thrilled with me.
Not because he was mad at me.
But because he just wants me to rest.
He, just like Katryna and Erica do, reminded me that after a crash a good day does not mean that I can just get up and do everything.
I am stubborn and less than patient.
But, they are right.
So, now that there is literally nothing left for me to do besides clean and organize my own closet, I will just work and relax.
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