Holiday is over. Dang.

The holiday is officially over for me. I am home in my apartment, amidst a mess of stuff from Ikea that can’t really get set up until the Salvation Army comes for the couch Friday. 8:30-4:30, you know how it goes. I put away the Christmas decorations and left out a few wintery ones. My sister-in-law and her boyfriend are coming into town this weekend and are staying over with us Saturday night, our first overnight guests since Carbondale. Wicked fun will follow.

Lots of cleaning will precede. A few Ikea goodies are out. An extra shelf in the thing that holds our television and receiver and etc. is up and holds some photos. I am typing on a new computer desk. Horray for sliding drawers. Tomorrow I have to go through a dozen storage boxes on the GORM to switch out for the new boxes we bought that look less like you have more stuff than you have closet space. Hopefully, I’ll be able to rid our apartment of some stuff sitting around.

In some ways, I am sad that the holiday is over. Strange to say for someone my age, but I enjoy my family. But it’s time to get back to job hunting and novel editing and my normal routine.

And I am making chili tomorrow, so lower Roland Park will smell great.