11:18 PM
The post-Christmas is here. I have a new strop for my straight razor, a great book on silly stuff, some mini-figs, new socks, a sweater, and a t-shirt. They are just things. Things given with love. They will be read, played with, used, and worn with love.
I just wish I knew what to do with the bag of cats in my head. My Christmas was marked by mood swings: frustration, anger, happiness, melancholy, sadness. It feels like I can’t spend any time with one emotion long enough to get use to it. Live in it for a time. I don’t mind having any of these feelings, but they need to have their time. If they don’t, the feelings just churn each other up.
This day is on the books. I’ll stay up a little longer. Maybe wake up a little happier than I did today.
