…is that the madness is done with and you can finally take a breath and relax.

Of course, this qualifies for first world problems yet there is stress involved in getting through these days.  I get tired of running from one family home to another to deliver and receive gifts.  Inevitably, I get fed -and eat!- way more than I should and today, as I’m sitting here typing, my stomach feels bloated.

First world problems indeed.

I suppose I should shut up and be appreciative about what I have, a family, gifts for all, a roof over our heads, and a meal on the table.

Certainly better to have than to have not.