The Bloody Doors Off

Every once in a while, you need to spend the day in your pajamas.

Even when the client sends you work.

Even when you need to step out and check the mail (nothing but flyers).

Or heating dinner.

Not an affect of depression. (Though I’ve been there in the past.) Not out of laziness. (I had work for a brochure today.)

I just. Needed the comfort.

That’s what I’m craving right now. Comfort. A port in the storm. A body to snuggle against. Yes, I miss the physical, but damn I’m needing the emotional spectrum. The holidays do that to me. Amplify it.

You know what I find comfort in, during the holidays? Schmaltzy holiday movies. It’s a Wonderful Life, White Christmas, Miracle on 34th Street. A Charlie Brown Christmas. I have to see the Snoopy dance, it’s not the holidays unless that happens. God, I’m such a fucking softie. I also miss office Christmas parties. The smaller ones, not the giant all-staff parties. I like the departmental gatherings. Always a good time.

Blah.

I seriously need to find some joy.