You Know It Hurts Me Deep Down Inside*

When I look back on Christmas photos from last year, it's the food I miss the most. Or, really, the food freedom. Like a photo of a gingerbread house reminds me that I used to be able to eat gingerbread houses, even if I didn't want to, at least I could.

I've had a rough week, stomach wise, which is always a little frustrating and scary and sometimes upsetting. I'm going back to the specialist in a month or so to say "hey, listen, are we sure about this diagnosis because I'm not feeling miraculously better, which is what the books promised."

I think the other thing I miss from last year is the snow, and I'm glad I do enjoy snow when it's here. I know winter's only just starting (but, um, hello, how did it get to be mid-December without me really noticing?) so I won't write it off yet, but still, I have photographic and blogographic proof of last year's snow.

Hmmmm. . . perhaps I'm feeling melancholy. Looking over this post it would certainly appear so, eh?

Let's lighten things up shall we?

First of all, a Happy Hanukkah to any/all of you who are celebrating it, and for all of us in this hemisphere, let's look forward to the fact that soon enough, the days are going to start getting longer again! Hurrah!




* I'm going to get some (if not all) of my titles this week from lines from random songs that play while I'm typing. If they match up with and/or inspire what I'm talking about all the better. Bonus points if you can figure out the song. (This is a Zep song.)