Ay, the façade wants to fall off

I did my best impression of a socially happy person for the holidays, and I could have won an Oscar the following day (aka today).

Everything from my shoulders down hurts. Not aches, but hurts. A significant amount. Maybe doing 3 load of laundry one day after an extremely intense physio session, and then get the beast bird (aka 7kg turkey) roasted to perfection the following day. Fun part was about 3 hours in wooden slat chairs.

Now Wing wants us to go out on a shopping trip? I am going to be a human puddle of pain by end of day. For during the day, I will use pain meds to suppress it for a while. I will be a reasonable facsimile of a human being. Just don't bump too hard, or I might shatter.

Holiday Cheer?

I'm trying to get into it, I really am. But it's more stressful than cheerful. I miss being around family. I know I have Wing and Alan here, but there's Paul and the children, my cousin Mark, Marilyn and Rob... I miss my Aunt Elnore, and Uncle Al.

I probably wouldn't be feeling as bummed out if things had gone differently this year, but for me, I can't wait until it's back to business as usual. And business wasn't so great, but there wasn't all this saccharine smiling going on all the time.