where did the day go?

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However much I adore Christmas, I do find it exhausting. Today was therefore a day for doing nothing. I stayed in my jim-jams. I failed to qualify for survey after survey on survey sites. I posted festive photos on the Book of Face. I showered. I did two loads of washing. I was mellow. I even organised my Dropbox folders, deleting stuff I don't need and finding a more relevant home for those documents and files that are slipped in most haphazardly. Of course, it helped that I had the perfect start to the day. Husband woke me up at about ten o'clock with tea and one of his homemade cookies, which I devoured messily in bed. {Reasons to love being a cat owner, number 372: cats are nearly as good as dogs at clearing up after their messy staff.} Despite - or perhaps, because of - the relaxed atmosphere I am left with the curiosity of where the day has gone. It was here, and then it became dark and the day had scampered off to pastures new, leaving me fumbling for the light switch and wishing my life would just have the inclination to meander along, rather than crazily speed along as if my inevitable death is something I must win, lest some other poor soul steals the gold medal. And tomorrow? Much of the same. However, I will endeavour to throw some clothing on and partake of a generously brisk walk to the chemists, the bakers and the Post Office. Fun times.