yesterday, late in the day, i acutely felt all of the holiday togetherness wearing thin.
it happens every year.
the merriment gets in the way of the daily writing and time to think.
in the way of the solitude.
and it wears on my nerves.
but the feeling passes.
cards are played.
old movies watched.
and there's even a bit of time to curl up with a book.
and to remember that those are the things memories are made of.
and there will always be time to think and to write when the being together is done.