I started coming down with Shawn's Man Flu a few days before Christmas. And then I slept for two weeks. No really, that's all I did for the days leading up to Christmas and then my entire Christmas break. On one hand I feel kind of guilty for spending my 11 glorious days off work in bed but on the other hand, I really needed that sleep. I read trashy mystery novels, I cuddled the monsterpups, I watched copious amounts of hockey, and I didn't feel guilty for turning down invitations to parties and movies and pub nights. It was excellent.
Of course now I'm back to real life and my job is overwhelming and my Google Reader is yelling at me and I'm falling asleep at my desk even though it's only noon. I don't know, maybe it's the fact that Vancouver has been sunny and warm for the last week or maybe it's just the feeling of a brand new year but I've got a huge grin on my (tired) face. This year is only four days old but it's already outperforming much of 2010.