For an introvert, it’s a kind of hell (only with really lovely well meaning folks. And presents!).
As I’m banging this out, I’m waiting for family to arrive. They will be staying with me for a few days.
Then I will go stay there for a couple of days a little later in the month.
Then one of them will be staying with me again for a few days before Christmas.
Then Christmas day all together again.
I have a tiny family, I’m not talking about dozens of people.
And yet, my head is already full. I’m trying to cycle up the social energy for it right now, and will be working on keeping it humming at some level for the duration.
It’s not them. I love them, and they are sweet wonderful people and really great house guests.
So on top of the introvert-panic, I feel guilty. Guilty for not being all excited about this time we will spend together. Of course I will hide it. I’m good at that. My sister will know, she knows what I’m like.
And to think, I actually invited two boys I was talking to to come and visit me over this period. I really don’t know what I was thinking. Twitterpated. Heh.
I’m going to leave the book cover poll open for longer than expected since I will be busy and won’t be doing anything with the results just yet. If you haven’t voted yet, please do. The numbers are really close. THIS DOES NOT HELP ME!