We're in that lull after Christmas when nothing much is happening, when people wonder what all the fuss was about and why there was such an assault on their finances. We're having a quiet day, not exactly licking our wounds but rather asking ourselves is it all worth it.
We're better off than most in that we don't need to overspend on expensive gifts, we're not locked in to lavish feats and we can use the excuse of old age to avoid the many celebrations.
Nevertheless, I slept in until 7.30 this morning and my usual waking time is more like 6.30. Was it tiredness that kept my eyes shut, or was it the sleep of the righteousness, knowing I hadn't burnt the candle at both ends, or spent too much, or said something I shouldn't to someone?
I like to think it's a little bit of all of those things.
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