I have a daughter living in Canada, and today is Boxing Day there (as it is the UK). She and her fiance and their family all got up at the crack of dawn and went shopping. With mega coupons for Michael's Craft Store in Whitby, Ontario, Abbi came away with some really nice scrapbooking supplies to keep her going for a while.
I, south of the U.S.-Canada border, hibernated.
In my sweats and slippers.
Okay, I went to church first. I led the worship team. I sang and I played. The band rocked the house and the kids' Christmas presentation was adorable.
I hugged everyone and then I came home and parked myself in front of a football game
During the first part of the game, I actually napped in my chair in front of the TV. I am so incredibly tired from the last few days that I can hardly keep my eyes open -- the parties and gatherings were great, and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute, but exhaustion was imminent, so the nap was really the only thing I could do.
Even with the NSF talking heads blathering on at great length about nothing, I slept.
(As an aside: obviously I am in the wrong line of work -- I could natter on about nothing, too, if someone would pay me a six or seven figure income for it!)
Tim and Doug went to a movie around 2:30 so I treated myself to a chick flick (Leap Year) and a glass of huckleberry wine in the family room.
And now, the end of Boxing Day has arrived.
And I am going to bed.
Looking forward to an entire week off!