On second viewing

Narnia

Mom and Dad took us to see it again on Boxing Day. I noticed a subtle but significant change in the story. C.S. Lewis's book attributes the end of everlasting winter to Aslan's return. In the movie, Father Christmas says it's because of the arrival of the children in Narnia and the hope they bring. This gives a more humanistic spin.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Marian received the DVD for Christmas. We watched it tonight. I liked this quote:

Slartibartfast: Perhaps I'm old and tired but I think that the chances of finding out what's actually going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is say, "Hang the sense of it," and keep yourself busy. I'd much rather be happy than right any day.
Arthur Dent: And are you?
Slartibartfast: Uh, no [a snort of laughter]. Well that's where it all falls down of course.

Post-holiday blues

I noticed it first in my daughters. Yesterday Brenna wanted to know what I had planned for the next few days. Not much, I said. I couldn't explain that I'm broke. There's also housework to do, besides I need down time after 10 days of travel and celebration. But my daughters are restless.

Later, Marian said she has been sleeping too much, eight hours a night, and it's making her feel crappy (Several weeks ago she complained over the phone about insomnia). I suggested her body needs this break, but that started an argument. I dropped it.

Depression hit me today, as I started worrying over a lost friendship. It has been a long time coming: He started withdrawing more than two years ago, but finally ended it last week without explanation. I'm uncertain of the reason; he never told me. I shouldn't take it so hard now. But that's where my undisciplined thoughts choose to dwell.

Really, it's only post-holiday blues.

Tonight I'll drop the girls off at the mall while I go to the gym, first time in several weeks. We could all use the outing. Tomorrow I'll go into work for two hours. Routine is a blessing.