Are any years characteristic when you're 25? I'm not sure when life settles down. Often, I wonder whether or not life will ever settle down, or if I will spend the rest of my life waiting for it to settle down. This is something that I've been worried about since I was fourteen and crying in bed at night because I didn't want to grow up and go to college.
Hindsight, huh?
My neck has been out for a couple of days. I toughed it out on Wednesday, stayed home yesterday when I found myself unable to hoist myself out of bed without the painful tightening of everything north of my ribcage. Eventually I bundled up and walked the half-block or so to CVS, where I eventually found these Salonpas patches that Mom sent me out for.
Returned home and slapped a couple of those babies onto my neck, where they immediately smelled comfortingly of menthol (minty!) and started tingling away my pain. Since this morning, I've had much more range of motion and fewer moments of searing pain, and I peeled off the old ones and slapped on a new one. It makes me feel like a bionic person.
I know that's weird, because the patch isn't really any sort of robotic thing, but it makes me feel like a bionic person.
It makes me remember the preview for that movie "Meet the Robinsons", where a women has blanketed her arm in caffeine patches: "Each patch is the equivalent of 12 cups of coffee. You can stay up for days with no side effects! AHHH! Sorry."
They make me feel ALIVE! Although I did poke at myself a couple of times last night, between the patches, and tried to figure out if that was my skin. I guess the NSAIDs and the menthol really numbed me up. It was awesome.
I've been listening to Christmas songs a lot earlier this year, but it's not really a Christmas spirit thing. I think Pentatonix got me in the mood when they released their second Christmas album and I stumbled across pieces of it in various places. I also keep thinking Thanksgiving is over already because of the Thanksgiving dinner that Kate and I hosted (the joy of double Thanksgivings! I love Thanksgiving!!), which is definitely going a long way toward pushing me into the Christmas spirit.
For once, though, I have attempted to take the bull by the horns and get Christmas presents all sorted out before December 20th, before I have to ask everyone in the family what they want for Christmas. Happily, I think I am almost done figuring out what I want to gift.
I'm not sure what I want for Christmas. Honestly, the thing I remember most fondly about Christmas is the togetherness: the contagious happiness pouring out of everyone's sleepy smiles in waves as we organize the gifts into little piles and start taking turns opening them. The smell of breakfast baking and coffee brewing, the warm quiet of slippers and pajamas while we all find places to sit and delve into books rich with the new-book-smell.
It's harder to remember specific gifts I've received, because that's just not the point.
I have this song on right now, partly because I love Sara Bareilles and partly because I guess I'm kind of in a Christmas mood.
love is not a toy
and no paper will conceal it
love is simply joy that I’m home
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