comfort and joy

Today was sort of a blah day. One of those days where you don't really feel like doing much. I actually got a lot done at work today, but I was not at my most social or even friendly. I hope no one thought I was crabby. I don't know if it's the end of the semester or what, but I am a-draggin'. When I got home from work today, I promptly put on pajamas and crawled into bed. I probably slept for about an hour and I know I'll pay for that later tonight, but I'm glad I did it. It felt good.

My sister got into a car accident tonight. She's fine, the car is fine, but it just reminded me of how much our roles are flipped sometimes. I'm the responsible one. Not to say that she's not, but had I not been home, I'm not sure she would have had any idea what to do. Of course, would any of us in that scenario? Probably not. We had some wine and pizza and watched Gilmore Girls, and I think she's doing all right now.

And now I'm sitting here, warm from the wine, the cats and the Christmas lights. I have a feeling that the next couple of weeks are going to be great.

And Paul Simon is singin' an American Tune.

Quote o' the day:

"To be a book-collector is to combine the worst characteristics of a dope fiend with those of a miser." - Robertson Davies

(I just really find that amusing. Ha.)