Yesterday was my last at my old job. I haven't gotten the library job yet but I did get a seasonal position somewhere so not only do I not have to deal with all the bullshit at the other place but I also still have some money coming in. I just got tired of constantly working myself to exhaustion every day for such little reward. So I'm taking the next month and a half to make a meager living at the new job, write, worry about holiday decorations and what we're having for dinner at Christmas, and also not have to work overnights. I hate working overnights.
I haven't reached my halfway point for my novel, but I'm almost at 20,000 words so with all the downtime I'll have the rest of this week (I don't work again until Friday) I'm feeling pretty confident about finishing in early December, which isn't the goal, but I would still be satisfied with it.
I think Christmas is becoming my favorite holiday. Obviously I love Halloween. But since July or August this year, I have been so excited for December. I don't know why. I'm just really looking forward to decorating, and seeing the tree, and baking. I'm most excited to make decorations this year. I have so many ideas. Ever since Ashley got me into Pinterest back in about March, I've been spending hours on the site looking at the DIY and Crafts page. And I cannot wait until I can start making things. I'm making gifts for the families this year, ornaments for the tree... When I walked into Target the other day to get dog food I saw the holiday stuff out and I got all giddy. They had the display of Christmas CD's where you can hear snippets of tracks and I heard Bing Crosby singing and I just felt so full of creativity and goodwill. It was amazing. And it made absolutely no sense to me. I was baffled by it.
So I'm really looking forward to this holiday that seems to have brainwashed me in the span of a 30-second snippet of music.
