The ultimate Sunday night

This is the Sunday night of all Sunday nights. You can try not to let it eat away at the last hours of a lovely day off, but it still creeps in, that dread of totally not looking forward to Monday morning. The one after winter vacation from school for me has always been the ultimate Sunday night. I vividly remember crying alligator tears about it in elementary school.

The night before the first day of school in August is always filled with this bittersweetness of not wanting the summer to end, but there's jittery excitement because it's something new. Plus you've been away long enough, that you have some energy going back into it. Fall break, ski break, spring break, those are long enough to feel like you've had a bit of a break away, but you're not too far out of routine to somehow get back into it. But this Sunday night after two and a half weeks away is a tough one - I haven't yet found a way to make peace with it. Plus it's the dead of winter, and the treehouse is a pretty cozy place. At this moment, I would be content to be paid to be a slug on our couch for the rest of my life.

The great news is that we have had four white and bright sunny days in a row this year - that must be some kind of record! It's been gorgeous outside! I attribute that to a snowy white candle I bought at the end of last year, and I burned it as a meditation for snow in January. My other meditation for the new year was the wine I drank on New Year's Eve, called Balance with a fat elephant balancing on a tiny stool. I'm going to be the elephant on the stool this year.

I'm still compiling holiday photos, but for now, here is a sneak peak of our New Year's Eve celebration. I'll save the details for the rest of the photos.

The mantra in our treehouse for the year: "2009 will be just fine..." :)