Steve went back to work this morning. I dropped off Jonah at 8 at the high school; he has a winter track meet in an armory in Manhattan. Ian and my mom and I will go out for breakfast shortly. Afterwards, we’ll do some returns. I love doing returns. I feel like I’m earning money.

I’m still limping around here. Recovering from the holidays. The holidays are always an equal amount of fun and work, but a couple of times this year, the work outweighed the fun. I had to cut some corners. I didn’t send out holiday cards. The boys weren’t wearing their finest clothes. I cut back on the number of food courses on Christmas Eve. We resolved to cut back even further next year. Still, there were a several moments of purity that made it all worth it.

I’ll post some shots of our holidays later in the week, but I’m ready to move on. I need some politics and culture posts. I would make a terrible lifestyle guru, because I get sick of house and home stuff quickly. I mean I love it for short bursts of time, but there really is more to life than a perfectly decorated tree and scallops wrapped in bacon (even if I do cook up fabulous scallops). I’m actually looking forward to a writing deadline at the end of the week, because I need to use another part of my brain.

Yes, there’s more to life than food and drink, like snarky commentary about Britney Spears’ new show in Las Vegas.

(Christmas Eve. Missing moi plus the two grandmas. We’re cooking up the little fishies in the kitchen. Also missing is Ian, because he’s the photographer.)