I feel like I want to cry. I've been running and running and running for months. And it's finally over.
I finished my work for the quarter, got my promotion (woohoo!), survived Thanksgiving, entertained everyone who showed up to visit, got my brother a job, and set up in an apartment, finished (mostly) my Christmas shopping, cleaned up my apartment, did wash, and got all packed up to go for my flight back to PA tomorrow morning.
I'm taking January off, 'k? I have 2 things planned becuase January is the only time they can happen, but I have too much self-maintenance to do. I can't wait.