Tween Christmas and New Year is such a funny ole time.

I’m half here and half not. I’m not sure what the day is or the date. I’m not even sure of the time most of the time.

I’m half working  and half not. I have no real schedule and zero focus.

Spending lots of time lounging in front of the TV. Hours go by when not more than a thought or two rattle through my head. I’m tuned out of the news and the weather. Don’t care.

One day folds into the next with lots of afternoon naps and lavender salt baths.

The highlight of each day is the clunk of my post box. The Christmas cards are still coming at a rate of 3 or 4 per day, mostly British. The British know a thing or two about cards and card writing. Their cards are artful and their italic signatures so stylish.

Been listening to lots of Charlie Parker these days because I walked by his house in New York a few days ago. There was this little plaque that said so. And I just stumbled upon it. Imagine that.

Planning the New Year in the country with fireworks, winter barbecuing and a big bonfire on the beach, weather permitting.

This is absolute luxury.

Long live Christmas holidays.