I want these holidays to be over. I want two days off in a row so i can run to the desert and lie on smooth rocks and watch the sky pass over me. I want it to rain - pour - on Christmas Day. I want to be able to spend enough time at my own house this week to do at least one load of laundry. I want to put the new sheets that are under the tree on my bed and cuddle up on them with Michael. I want my crow to not hate me. I want to find a super-loving home for the kitty I took home Sunday. I want a stiff drink and a book I haven't read before.
I think I want to sleep. But I'll put that off for a bit.
Nuclear family Christmas tonight. Per my request, we're having yams. I love yams, and until I get my oven (which I can't have installed until I know I'm going to be home for a full day) I can't bake things. Oven cooked food is a luxury in my world. Open presents (I have a couple packages under the tree, and I have identified the contents of all but one) and then I go back to work. After that, I go home, check on the animals, hope everything is still alive, and then fade into unconsciousness. And then ... back to work for Christmas Eve.
Christmas Eve is actually the shift I get paid doubletime for, since it technically starts on Christmas Day. It is guaranteed that I will show up on time, if not early for that.
Work last night was slow ... one angry, angry kitty that managed to puncture a hole in my thigh, of all places, and took off running across the hospital when the owner came to get her. That was embarrassing. Dr. Harris gave me a Christmas present, a bottle of really nice wine. I think I'm going to give her the needlepoint project I'm working on. It's not a big thing, but it is something I'm putting a lot of work into and I think she'll appreciate it.
I think I'm going to submit to the sleep idea now ...