Still not feeling Christmassy, I just can't seem to get in the mood. The uncertainty surrounding possible new restrictions due to the omicron variant isn't helping, they're talking about a Plan C now - what that means I have no idea, I haven't bothered to read it. I am just putting my faith in the doctors saying that being fully jabbed gives better protection from even this variant, and that this one gives milder symptoms. And that's all I'm saying about it. I'm not letting my life be dominated by all this Covid stuff - I take all necessary precautions for my safety, others can do what they like.
I finally wrote out all my Christmas cards yesterday, made myself do it. Will post the ones that need posting tomorrow, the rest to be put through letterboxes. I've got a few spares made in case I've forgotten anyone. A few leaves have dropped off my poinsettia, a few others have gone yellow, so I'm not holding out any hopes for it to last until Christmas 😂
The trouble with more possible restrictions and doing our best to keep ourselves safe and well, inevitably means being cut off more. I'm really feeling that now, having not seen my siblings and extended family for so long, nor husband's family, due not only to covid but also to distance and health problems - husband isn't up to driving long distances very often now, and my back problems meant I couldn't sit in the car comfortably at all. I am hoping, though, now that my back and hips are so much better, that we can somehow manage to go up to the Midlands early in the new year. I've not seen my sister since 6 Feb 2020 - nearly 2 years is such a long time and I miss her so much.
Roll on Spring! And 78 days till caravan re-opening day!