First day back today, and work - which I normally enjoy - was unbearably tedious. The weather didn't help either. It was dark when I got up and dark when I left work. Dark, and drizzly. And cold. And when I walked home this evening it was raining just hard enough to be annoying, yet not hard enough to warrant the effort of getting my umbrella out of my bag and wrestling it up.

I want to make some new year's resolutions, but I feel sort of stuck, as though I can't start anything new just yet. I am hoping that when we are finally in the new house I will be able to move on and start the next phase of our life here.

Still not sure when we actually will move, mind you. Bobby has a sore throat and streaming cold so we haven't done any more work at the house for the last couple of nights. Tomorrow, if he's feeling better, we'll carry on. With a bit of luck, two more weekends should see us finished the floors and painting, and then - as soon as the carpeting people are done - we can move in. The good news is that the bedroom walls actually look all right now that the second coat of paint has dried. Not as wonderful as I'd hoped, but not like the pond sludge that I feared before Christmas.