I missed the memo.

I may or not be alone in this, but I firmly believe my body's autonomic processes knowingly communicate with me by sending internal memos. Such as just two days ago, when I received a memo that I had moved in some way that my back took exception to. As such, it was being kind enough to let me know that for the next day or two, it would remind me of my transgression any time I decided to move or take a deep breath.

It's an adventure every day when your body is a three ring circus of hilarity. Waking up every day unable to breathe through various appendages with which I normally enjoy the freedom of air is always a fun delight; because of the aforementioned situation, a throat who invited a small family of hedgehogs to take residence without my prior written consent is always an amusing way to start the day.

So, not only do I have a spiteful and vengeful body, it has a sense of humor, too. And I have a Christmas shindig to attend tonight, of which I am looking forward to. I just hope we can get the rest of me organized and sign cease fires and other miscellaneous peace treaties so that the evening will be pain free.

And so a new week begins. And there's only six days until Christmas. I hope that tonight's festivities will put me in the holiday mood, because I'm not there yet. I suppose being 1500 miles from my family might have a tad to do with it, but I'm not terribly bothered by that. It's also been nice to not have to get anything for anyone and not expect anything in return. For once in my life, I just am. And that's ok with me.