Well, Merry Christmas, the day after. I didn't bring my computer to my mom's house, so I didn't blog Eve, or Day. Which was nice, actually. It was a busy, hectic, fun, wonderful two days, and I hope yours was as well. But now it's over, and I'm having an absolutely NEEDED holiday week from work (my employer gives us all a week off, with pay), cleaning my house, assimilating our presents into the house. That's mostly an easy process, because a lot of the things are useful items that already have places in the house--sheets, dishes, knee-socks, a beautiful new vase--but it means I have a lot of cleaning and neatening and organizing to do. I was actually moving fast and doing a lot of good this morning, but then I cut the bottom of my foot at 10:30 and things went to hell. It's not a big cut, or a deep cut, but it's in a bad spot, and it still hurts when I put a lot of pressure on it, so that's bad. I'm still going to do stuff, but it'll just be a little slower and more careful, that's all.
I'm not 100% sure how I cut my foot. (S is always marvelling at how I'm capable of injuring myself semi-severely with no idea of how I've done it. It happens ALL THE TIME, and I'm left moaning and whimpering and saying "I don't know" when people ask me what happened to me. Which makes people think nothing is really wrong, but really it is. Like this morning. I don't know what cut my foot, but there was blood coming out of it and so ergo, I must have done something.) I think there may be something wrong with the carpet at the place it meets the tile in our apartment. Like, it's worn down and a staple is sticking out? Is that possible? Regardless, when I looked at the spot it happened, there was nothing visibly metal and sharp sticking out of the carpet, so I really can't say that it was a staple. It's a little scary, because it could very well happen again, and there'd be no way to know for certain, because there's nothing identifying the place on the carpet where it happened.
Ah, well. Christmas is over, and in a few short days it's New Year's (which is the lamest holiday ever, but means I have a week off, so okay.), and then it's a YEAR on the job and it's only 4 months 'til Italy, and S's brother is coming to visit....and there's a lot happening. But it feels good.
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