Bella has the right idea. I should be relaxing, comforted by the frivolity of the holiday that is Christmas. It is, after all, Christmas Eve. It's my favorite time of year! Instead though, I'm battling a stomach virus while simultaneously trying not to have a panic attack at the notion that the moving company is packing up my whole house starting at 8am on the 26th. Having to switch gears from presents and church to boxes and sleeping on an air mattress..well, it makes my head hurt. The good news is that Jeff will be home on the evening of the 27th. It's a glimmer of relief that I know is coming..someone at whom I can roll my eyes.
