Yes, I admit that I have an addiction to Christmas. I'm already done with my Christmas shopping (don't hate me) and I spend my time listening to things like Choral Christmas by Cusco .

I love everything about Christmas and last year was the first year I 'felt' Christmas here. It's tough when you grew up with snowstorms and sledding around the holidays, and now there's palm trees and short-sleeved shirts! I've had to do a lot of creative things to help my poor New-England-at-heart self feel Christmas Spirit vs. Christmas Depression, including buying a faux fireplace, pine smelling air freshener and candles, dimming the lights and lighting tons of candles so I can get the illusion of a dark winter's night...

Why am I writing about this? I have no idea, other than then fact I'm listening to Christmas Treasures by the London Symphony Orchestra and want the holidays to get here! Well, that and I'm procrastinating because I don't feel like writing my notes for work today...

My son is amazing. He has the knack of knowing when I need affection, and last night was no exception. I've been feeling so sick and worried the past two days that I took a Tylenol PM at around 8:30pm and crawled in to bed. Ian climbed in with me, curled up against me, and proceeded to fall asleep. He stayed in our bed last night and it was such a comfort to wake up periodically and find him there.

I had some interesting dreams too, all centered around going back to New England and buying a house there. It felt like I was returning "home" and I kept finding people who I grew up with... Taken at face value you'd think that I want to get the heck out of Dodge and head back to where I spent the first twenty years of my life, but I thought about it this morning I think that it's more in response to a conversation I had with someone yesterday. I made the comment, "How do we get it back? We had so much fun then, but how do we get back to that time? You know, the time "before"?...." That very thought has been circling around in my head for a while now, but verbalizing it sort of gave it a life of it's own. Like it says in The Secret, once you say something and put it out for the Universe to react, it creates a whole new set of experiences.