I hate January.
It might be bearable if I lived on a tropical island in the southern hemisphere. Instead I get to see about two hours of daylight under dark grey clouds which are usually bucketing rain and I’m broke after Christmas.
I boxed the last of the Christmas decorations today. Every year it’s the same. The entire family puts them up. Cal apppoints himself King of the Lights because it’s a “man’s job”. Hannah dances around like a fairy who ate too much magic dust, getting in the way. Jamie hangs a dozen baubles on the same branch and wonders why it bends.
It’s a different story when it’s time to store them in the attic. Cal’s back at work. H...
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