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Updated on December 14, 2007

There are phenomenons that happen without us being able to understand them and in some cases even know why or how they exist. Consider women (and men) whose biological clock tells them that it's time to have children. Or that time each spring when school age children and adults alike find it impossible to study due to the "spring fever" that is in the air. Well try as I might to avoid it; unfortunately I have been stricken with a similar phenomenon that I didn't want, thought I was immune to and had avoided at all costs. This morning on the radio came the familiar jingle belly sounds of an intro and before I knew it, I was blaring Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas" so loud that no doubt they heard me for miles around. Holidayitis - Don't Get Me Started!

It's not that I'm suddenly feeling all "holly jolly" (especially since I'm Jewish, Hanukkah has just ended and I just barely got all the melted wax off my menorah and put it away for another year - menorah cleaning tip - cover a cookie sheet in tin foil, place the menorah on the cookie sheet - best if you can to have it tipped so the wax runs out of the candle holders on the menorah onto the tin foil - bake in a 250 degree oven for about five minutes, being sure to keep an eye on it as it may take less time, take it out and use a paper towel to clean off the now re-melted wax. Use a toothpick to remove the pesky burnt down candle wicks and presto you have a clean menorah). It's not that I've suddenly leaned out my window like Scrooge does on Christmas morning and sent a goose over to Bob Cratchit's it's that I can't focus on anything. What's more, I've lost all desire to even try.

I can't tell you how many business meetings I've cancelled because I have the attention span of a small child surrounded by shiny things. Believe me when I say, I need to be working and trying desperately to get the mountain of paperwork lessened on my desk, projects moved forward and things happening but try as I might (shhh...don't tell my boss) I'm worthless right now. Like a kid seeing the end of his school days soon in sight, I have no idea how I'm going to last until the end of next week giving the appearance of effectiveness. But I can't help myself, the more I try the worse it gets.

Please don't get me wrong, I still have no desire to shop, wrap or read the "holiday letter" my pals are going to send me telling me all about Jimmy's little league status or the fact that Ashley got the role of Sugar Plum Fairy in her dance studio's mock version of the Nutcracker. (At best I skim these letters for content just in case I see the people and they ask me something about it and never read one all the way through. And if they have pictures then I just look at the pictures and then throw it out - read last year's blog on the dreaded family update letter people send at holidays here ). No, it's something internal that is making my brain feel like your eyes used to feel when they dilated them at the eye doctor and gave you the paper/plastic film sunglasses to wear. Everything's just a bit out of focus for me and what's more, I like it!

Much like the big medical book that my mother uses to diagnose any illness in the family, after it lists all the symptoms it states, "What shall be done?" to let you know what you can do to either cure or make better your current sickness. So kids, what shall be done? As loathed as I am to admit it, I don't know and what's more even as I'm writing this not only am I thinking that I don't want to cure it but I've just noticed that I brought an orange in to eat as a snack and I'm hungry. Does this give you any sense of how non sequitur and random my thoughts are at the moment? Ooh look, a shiny card with glitter on it. Holidayitis - Don't Get Me Started!

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