Ryan has ordered the Christmas cards.

That's it.

Haven't done anything else yet. Haven't shopped for gifts. Haven't made out the menu for Christmas dinner. I was thinking of baking everybody cookies. Yeah, right.

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I think I may be suffering from some kind of low-level seasonal depression. Or something.

When I was a kid, late fall/early winter was my favorite time of the year. I lived for halloween and thanksgiving and by christmas, I was actually sad to see the season wrapping up. I loved the cold, I loved the short days, I loved the food my mom made nonstop, whether it was cookies or turkey or the soup she made with the leftover turkey. The whole thing just made me extraordinarily happy.

Now, I kind of just want to curl up and sleep for three months.

I don't know what did it. Getting older and realizing that time was just going by too fast? Working retail during one holiday season too many? Living in a place where it's considered cold when it's 50 degrees outside? I don't know. But it bums me out. And I'm bummed out that I'm bummed out.

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Zac woke up with his annual cold-turning-into-asthmatic-wheezing cough last night. I'm hoping the doctor will call back soon. I want to get him on regular medication, like Katie.

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I talked to the vice principal about Katie's Substitute From Hell. She was very nice, assuring me that I'm in charge, that she's not happy if I'm not happy, blahblahblah, but I really don't think anything is going to change. Here's what kind of person this woman is: she's taking off work Monday and Tuesday to take her visiting sons around the island, so the kids get stuck with someone else; in essence, a substitute for the substitute. Who the hell does that?

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