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estoy...

despierta muy temprano, siendo que es mi primer día de vacaciones.

mirando un árbol bonito, adornado con cosas que me hacen recordar tiempos y personas bonitos.

pensando en todas las cosas que necesito hacer antes que se acaben las vacaciones.

preparandome para escribir un millón de tarjetas de gracias a mis estudiantes.

escribiendo un proyecto nuevo en donorschoose, porque me gustaría mucho criar huevos de gallina y tener pollitos en mi sala en la primavera.

sorprendida que la Navidad se celebra en solamente una semana más. ¿Dónde voló el tiempo?

esperando un poco más antes de comer más de las confecciones adictivas que son panecillos de canela.

calentita, con la gatita encima de mis piernas.

feliz que hay tiempo ahora para arreglar mi pieza, pintar, coser, y hacer proyectos de la casa en general.

ansiosa que no he comprado un regalo de Navidad para mi hermana, ni para esposito lindo.

triste que pasajes a Chile cuestan TANTO que no los podemos comprar, y que ya son 2 años que mi esposo no ha visto a su mamá y papá, y esposito lindo encontró el precio más barato que hemos visto en meses ayer....siempre con la esperanza que mágicamente tendremos dinero para un viaje.

ahorrando el dinero un poquito mejor, pero todavía nos faltan fondos de emergencia (los usamos recien para arreglar mi auto otra vez).

celebrando las luces del zoologico, y cena, y tiempo pasado junto con esposito lindo.

lista para empezar a correr 3 veces a la semana, otra vez, con la intención de correr 5K en enero y 10K en marzo.

pensando en tantas cosas diversas que es difícil saber dónde empezar.

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