|Because we all need a little Calvin and Hobbes once in awhile.|
A recap of the three-day weekend...
We didn't do anything too exciting for New Year's Eve - a movie (Salt with Angelina Jolie) and pizza. Hubby didn't make it past midnight and while I was fighting sleep to make it to 12:00, I ended up going to bed at 1:30 a.m. since I couldn't tear my eyes away from the book I was reading.
And speaking of that book, I highly recommend it: Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption. It's on the New York Times Bestseller list right now, as it should be. What an incredible story. I read it in four days. It's not exaggerating to say it truly is a testament to the strength of the human spirit. Louis Zamperini, the subject of the book, went through absolute hell: his plane crashed in the Pacific; he drifted for 46 days on a raft; when he found land, he was captured by the Japanese; he endured torture, starvation, and degredation in several Japanese POW camps for more than two years. Yet he survived and is still alive today.
Yesterday I de-decorated the house and it was an exhausting affair. Not only did I take everything down, but I had to dust and clean while I put everything back in its place. Still, it's nice to have the house back to normal. My kitty wasn't too happy that I was taking her tree away and she laid under it for quite awhile before I finally hauled it back into its box.
I was feeling a bit off last night and wasn't completely sure why. Sunday nights are always hard for me. I don't know if I'm really dreading the end of the weekend and the start of the work week or what, but it's not fun. I've been having trouble figuring out the end of my novel and I knew that was causing me some strife. Right before I went to bed, I started writing down notes and lo and behold, the good Lord gave me the ending, plot point by plot point. I'm rather pleased with it and my mood lifted considerably. A true blessing.
Happy New Year!