It's hard to believe 2020 is finally over. Everyone is talking about 2021 being better. How can it be worse? 🤷🏼♀️ It can always be worse really. Usually I am an optimist. But I'm also a realist. This year is not going to be better for us. Most days, covid is the least of my concerns. Although, around surgery time, it comes to the foreground. For us, for me, January is already going to be hard with Randy's surgery looming ahead of us. It's weighing us down. I can see it. I can feel it.
We've had so much family visiting for the last 2 weeks. Celebrating the holidays and getting in visits to see Dad and Pop-Pop before surgery. It's been a merry-go-round of people coming in and out, and going out to see others. Overwhelming at times, since I am not a social person, but still good to see everyone. 🙂 I will be the first to admit, I am looking forward to the handful of quiet days I have before next Monday. I greatly miss being in my studio and painting. I've had a long enough break now. I'm ready for peace and quiet and routine, however short it may be. I am already tired and weary and January is just beginning. I am ready to hibernate for the next few months as winter settles in. I'm anxious to pull the oil paints out of the drawer and get the canvases off the shelf. It's been too long since I did any real painting! 🎨
Tomorrow Randy heads up to Rochester to start the pre-op for surgery. I'll be packing up Christmas and cleaning the house as I am ready for my simple decor again. I think I look forward to this day more and more every year. lol. It also seems to come sooner every year! 🤣🤣🤣
I hope the new year finds all of you well. Thank-you for all of the love and support during a difficult time last year. I love you all for it. 💜💜💜💜