I'm sorry, guys. I really am.
Well, over the past few days I've been getting emails from people saying basically. "I feel like such a slug! I haven't done any of the Christmas stuff that you've done! My tree isn't decorated, I haven't baked a thing, and I'm so tired that I don't think I'll get it done, either."
So I have to apologize because, yes, my tree and fireplace is decorated. And I do have my throw pillows thrown around. But what I didn't take pictures of OR post prominently in my previous nanner-nanner-type post is the piles of dust on every flat surface, the floors just begging to be threatened with a damp mop at the very least, and the piles of dishes in my sink. I'm sorry if I appeared to be boasting about my Super-Christmas powers this year, because truthfully they don't exist.
I should have given you guys the total picture. I don't want y'all to think that life is all candy canes and sugar plums over here, because that wouldn't be honest. The majority of my Sjogren's syndrome symptoms still are hale and hearty: the fatigue, the malaise, the dry eyes, the....well, you know. And there's always more, isn't there?
But there's no doubt that I am having a period of time in which I feel less ill, I really am. I'm really happy about that, but if I've given the impression that as some of you have asked, that I am "cured" or that I'm in "remission", as much as I'd like to hope that's the case, it is not. I'm trying to be truly thankful, because as we all know, these periods don't last indefinitely, and I'm trying also not to burn the Advent candle at both ends, so to speak, in order to save my energy for all the things that really matter during Christmas: Worship, spending time with friends and loved ones, and.....
Hey. I'm being totally truthful here.
There's lots more to be done before December 24th; but Lulu and I are just taking one task and one day at a time.