Hello, it's The Unleashed One. I wasn't dreaming of a White Christmas, and yet, here we are.
In case you haven't read my entry on Complexities of Grief, my Holiday Spirit (as I relayed to my close friend yesterday) is lackluster at best and nonexistent at most. I already let Social Media know that I am not physically engaging online until the New Year, but if I have some writing I want to share (like this), it will be a scheduled post.
Normally, yesterday would have been my day to go to the gym. My joints do not perform well in single-digit temperatures. I did a small indoor workout to warm up my body but did not have the gusto to get to my step goal much less anything else.
Today, there was talk of snow, and driving in snow is my bane. There are layers as to why (which I won't get into now but maybe as a throwback ... jotting idea down). Yet, today I felt somewhat brave. I had not gone to the gym much due to all the holiday preparation but I believed it would place me in a better mood. It had worked in the past.
Like clockwork, the effectiveness of the cortisone shots had started to wane. The familiar aching was back, but it would be another month before my appointment. Even with that, I was convinced that if I modified my workout schematic, I'd still be pleased with the result.
The snow began after I got into my car. The car was already running; I committed to the trip. Fortunately, the trucks had made trips previously, so the drive was relatively smooth. I took approximately five minutes longer than normal but I was more concerned with safety than a set arrival time. I performed my modified workout and safely returned to my house.
After eating a somewhat late breakfast, I shoveled my walkway and put down ice melt. Some packages are arriving, and I don't want the delivery driver to slip and fall. If Grandpa were still alive, he would insist on doing these things, and I would welcome the help. Fortunately, it was not nearly as cold today as it was yesterday.
I lit candles once I warmed up from the cold. The Christmas Cookie is one I purchased Jazz as a gift many years ago. The Home Sweet Home is one Jazz received as a gift from work. It was a fortunate coincidence because it is the same scent as the candle I just finished, but I did not get the opportunity to replenish it (although I kept meaning to do so).
We are doing Christmas festivities differently this year. Since Jazz works today and tomorrow, we are going to open the Christmas stockings today and the Christmas gifts tomorrow. This year, the Christmas year is non-traditional (re: Loaded Potato Soup with Broccoli), but since we had a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, I don't mind too much.
I will pause my thoughts for now. To those who celebrate it, Merry Christmas Eve!
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