Christmas is about home. It's about family, and celebration and blah, blah, blah. But at least as much as anything else, Christmas is about forgetting about bad and lame shit for a little while. Somehow, the colored lights and the tree keep it at bay. That, and getting to see everyone you know and care about and drop out of your own life and into theirs for a little while.
But we finally arrived on the other side of the holiday season yesterday, with one last round of socializing and the breaking down of decorations and packing everything back into the attic for another eleven months. And that, of course, is when the mopiness lands square on my forehead. Yesenia thinks it's the new diet, a theory which certainly has the ring of truth. But it's also those doldrums a-comin' in, once the lights go off and the party fades away.
I have about two-and-a-half weeks before I return to school for the second round of coding courses (which will most likely be PHP and Advanced CSS, if I read the calendar correctly), and I have a few projects that need my time and attention between now and then, so that's okay. But as many close readers of the Rambler will have deduced, one of my big things is THE WAIT. That interminable period between one thing and where you want to be. No colored lights to celebrate that, unless someone makes strings of gray and beige LEDs.
Actually, I can't even imagine what a gray light would look like. Really, I don't think it's physically possible.