Jan 06 2009
Epiphany
I finally put the tree away under the house this morning, after, appropriately enough, laying the wreath on top of the box. Henry was the only mourner as I interred the white box under the house. Rest in pieces, shiny tree. Maybe I’ll see you in the hereafter.
As I write, I’m eating a green apple Jolly Rancher from my Christmas stocking. Given that Twelfth Night is upon us, I’d better stop acting as if it’s still the holidays and perfectly acceptable to eat candy all day, especially in the morning. I should probably take off the remnants of sparkly polish Jessica applied to my nails on Christmas Day, too. But if I do, the fun is officially over.
Maybe I’ll wait until all my candy is gone.