Just like that

The holidays are over.  So quickly.

Our washer stopped working.

I had to go back to work.

And I managed to lose several gift cards that my mom sent me for Christmas.  This is a travesty for many reasons.  Not the least of which is that I never lose anything ever.  My brain cannot stop gnawing on this and I can't relax.  It's of course a huge shame that the cards will be wasted if not found, but it's such a rare stress for me to feel; my synapses don't know what to do with it.  I'm compelled to look in illogical places just to try to make this feeling go away.  Want to know how many times I've combed through the recycling?  Or dropped to the floor to check under the couch yet again?  Oh, it's no use.

When I dropped G off at the airport, the security guard directing traffic had a pseudo-breakdown.  She started yelling at a bunch of drivers (myself included) and literally began to pull her hair.  With both hands.  Through her security cap.  That didn't make for a romantic goodbye.

I was so rattled I had to stop at Sonic for a double bacon cheeseburger and a large cherry limeade.

Three of my favorite things

Now it's time to un-trim the tree.  Or is it de-trim?  I usually leave it up until New Year's Day at least but this year it just feels wrong.

Orca has taken to laying underneath it, so this will be a rude awakening for her.  But if the rest of us have to deal with the rapid evaporation of all holiday spirit, then she does too.

G is on a plane back to VA, hopefully for the last time.

Silver lining:  the Type A's are gearing up with all kinds of New Year's goals for 2013.  Get crackin'.