Ordinarily, the day after Thanksgiving is one of my favorite days of the year. It ranks right up there with Christmas, 4th of July, Thanksgiving, vacations and my birthday. I spend the day with Christmas carols blasting from the CD player, boxes of ornaments full of memories from times past decorating sometimes the traditional way, but sometimes, something new. I put up three, sometimes, four trees and cram every nook and cranny with Christmas. I feel so creative, happy and alive. I think something is wrong with me because this year, I am just not in the mood. If youngest son and his girlfriend had not pulled all the trees and boxes down out of the attic Thanksgiving night, I would have sat in my pajamas all day long and not done at thing. But, you couldn’t walk through the living room for all the stuff and besides, we have having family and friends come stay with us over Christmas and they will be expecting decorations, so I started in on the unpacking and hanging of the “greens”. I just didn’t feel like myself. As I opened bins of decorations, I only selected one out of four ornaments to put on the trees. Only my absolute favorites made it out of the box. My trees look pretty skimpy instead of overflowing with memories. I am thinking about putting one tree back in the attic and not even decorating it this year. All I kept thinking about was how hard it would be to put everything back away. At one point, when I reached into the last bin and saw that it was mostly a certain kind of ornament that I can live without, I almost cried in relief. That is just not me at all. Here it is the day after the day after Thanksgiving, and I still have to decorate the mantel and some tables and one more tree. Only a quarter of what I usually put out is unboxed, and I hauled the rest of it back upstairs to store unopened for another year. I have been pondering this change. It could be that I have realized that I only have three weekends until Christmas. What with a church auction next weekend, a motorcycle ride the next and company coming the next, this weekend is it for decorating. Or it could be my decision to make or buy locally all the Christmas gifts we will give this year. Looking at the time I need to do that makes me a little panicky. Those may be the reason, but I suspect it’s another one. Tell me, my blogging friends, do you know? Could it be the result of this high blood pressure medicine I am taking? I’ve been telling my husband ever since I started it I just don’t feel myself. Kind of spacey and blah. Tired and irritable. Not even Carol of the Bell’s can knock it out of me. So, what do you think the problem is?