For the first time in years, I'm glad the holiday season is over.  Depression will probably kick in in a few weeks, but for now I'm relieved.  I was sick the whole, ate and drank waaaay too much, and my body is officially waving the white flag.  Enough already!

I called in sick yesterday, the day after Christmas.  I know, huge professional faux pas to call in the day after a long weekend.  But it had to be done.  I spent the entire day in bed, except for the 10 minutes it took me to empty the dishwasher, and I took the dog out a few times.  I was bundled up under the covers, nauseated and sweating out all the booze and greasy calories consumed over the previous 4-5 days.  I feel better today.  But the guilt of calling in still lingers.

Other than that grossness, the holiday weekend was a success.  Christmas Eve at our house for Tony's fam, and then Christmas day at my sister's in Braintree.  Lots of fun and family and feasting.  Just what the holidays call for.

I'm ready to take on January.  Thank god for timely 2-day work weeks!