Where Did December Go?

December 2018 will go down in history as the first month in 11 years that I did not publish a single post on the blog.  394 posts, an average of 3 per month ( I had a lot to say in the beginning) and nothing to say in December 2018.  It's as if it never happened.  I wish I could say I was busy exploring some exotic destination with no Internet and could not publish for 6 or 7 weeks....no such luck, unless you consider Mrs. Maisel and The Great British Baking Show exotic destinations.  They occupied a large chunk of my "not blogging" time in December.   I'm not proud.

Here I am, not blogging in December, with Logan at the wheel!

It took a cold the size of Texas to make me finally sit down and address the neglected blog.  I was tired of watching television, took many naps while trying to read my book and felt too crappy to go out and do anything else.  Nothing says post holiday let down like a miserable cold to go along with the miserable weather.  Seems to be a regular event for me.  Different year, same tune...January isn't my favorite month.

Those two paragraphs were written over the last two weeks.  What gives?  No focus whatsoever!  Today I am confined, mostly, to my house.  It is the glorious day before the dreaded colonoscopy.  So far, so good, but I'm only two hours into my day of a "liquid diet".  I expect things will go downhill from here.  I have made my list of things to do to keep my mind off my empty tummy and will spare you the details of my confinement later today.  Suffice it to say, this will be my least favorite day of the year so far.  Hopefully at the end of the year I can look back and still say this was the worst day of the year.  Then  2019 would have been a pretty good year.  Hope springs eternal. 

I decided to go to daily mass today to take my mind off the fact that I could not eat and to ask for all the help I can get enduring the next 24 hours.  ( I am such a wimp!)  Ironically, the first line of the gospel reading was, "The disciples of John and of the Pharisees were accustomed to fast."  I guess I am no disciple of John or the Pharisees.  The entire gospel spoke about fasting!  Then, as if to add insult to injury they started talking about wine in the reading.  Way to take my mind off missing lunch and dinner...and wine!  I am not a regular daily mass attendee.  I go, maybe every quarter, maybe more during Lent.  Inevitably whenever I do go, something in that mass that I randomly showed up to speaks to me.  I'm taking this as a good sign.

Last night, after the Saints did not make it to the Super Bowl (still questioning the zebras calling that game but if we were winning by 14 points it would not have mattered) and we ate what I will refer to as "the last supper", I played with my camera.  I thought I would try to capture the lunar eclipse.  The blood moon.  The celestial event of the season.  The skies were perfectly clear.  The weather was very crisp.  The eclipse was between 11 and 12, not 3 and 4 a.m., which made it totally doable.  It was romantic laying there on the driveway with my husband and my camera.  So much better than the football game!

Still a sliver

Going

Going

Gone

Coming back

out into the sun again.

After looking at those photos I've decided my day is in eclipse mode.  I started out brightly and as the day goes on I will eventually find myself in darkness...sometime between 5 p.m. and 2 a.m..  Hopefully by 9 a.m. things will begin to brighten and all will be well with my world again.  Thanks for hanging in there are reading.  I can check one more thing off my list of things to do to take my mind off the inevitable.  Now what?!  Oh....THAT!