Holiday quiet on these streets

Well, the holidays are over, the new year's begun, and things are slowly returning to normal. The office was still relatively depopulated, but all the crazy amounts of snacks and fudge and cookies and gift-basket food that was lining the cubicle rows has been cleared away, the grey and curled disaster-waiting-to-happen conflagration tree in the building lobby has been removed and its needles swept up, and talk has already turned to Presidents' Day in February.

Jen visited me this weekend (she'll have to write about her travels, though, because wow) and we went out to a comedy show across the street for NYE. It was a a great show and a good way to spend the evening. Yay! But now that she's back in LA and the roommates are back home and not working, the next thing I've got to look forward to is snowboarding with the family in Denver. Which is going to be blast, but just seems so far away.

It's funny, I rarely get wrapped up in the holidays (har har), but still there's a little post-holiday depression. I'm sick for the second time inside a month, the worst of the rainy season lies ahead, there's no day off for a month and a half, and I already know I'll be breaking my resolutions. And the discarded remains of the season are piling up curbside quite literally on every corner, in a sad display of wasted resources (though arguably getting chipped into mulch isn't so bad).