It's only one day in to the new year, but so much feels so different to me.  One thing that doesn't feel different yet is my cold.  I still feel as yucky as I have for the past couple of weeks.  But it is feeling so very, very old.  I want this to be over last week, yet it still hangs on.  I had fallen into a habit of writing in the morning, but the night and end of the day feels right this time.  I have little interest in what's on tv (so why did I watch as much as I did?) and I do want to get back to some more reading before I call it a day.  I actually finished the 1st book (of 2 ) earlier and I could leave it, but I figure it is better then wasting my time in other ways.  As I just hung around feeling poorly today Sheila hung around feeling poorly and tending.  We both felt good about our kids helping Robert and Cicily in their move.  I did get some work done, but even now I feel like I am muddling through writing this.  You know that you are just not as sharp when you feel poorly.  It kind of dulls everything a bit.  It is only one day, but I already feel so far behind for the year.  There is just so much to be done.  And right now I am anxious about how 6 a.m. will feel when the alarm goes off again for the 1st time since 2 weeks ago.  It isn't me that has to get up, but getting back to that routine will take some getting used to for me too.