There should be a name for this day. School vacation is over. New Year’s has come and gone. Christmas trees line the curbs (although it’s still Christmas season, I would point out…). None of the excuses we used for the last several weeks for not responding to emails, sleeping late, eating over-abundantly, and spending the day in sweatpants work today. Adding insult to injury, frigid air has arrived, a month behind schedule, reminding us that it really is winter in Boston.
The line at Starbucks was long and long-faced this morning. The folks waiting for the #70 bus in Watertown Square were stony-faced and awkward, in parkas they hadn’t had to wear yet this winter. My daughter spent the whole weekend trying to convince me that school didn’t start till Wednesday. “They announced it over the loudspeakers before break. Really!”
What should we call this day? The Brits have Boxing Day. Our Orthodox brothers and sisters have Epiphany in a Big Way (while we Protestants are too work-ethicky to imagine taking another day off for a more ancient and universal holy feast, fashioning ourselves too wise for the wise men).
How about “Get It Together Day,” or “Reality Check Day,” or “Come Labor On Day”?
How about “Take the Stuff You Cleaned Out Over the Holidays to Sister Thrift and Finally Mail Your Christmas Cards Day”? Your nominations?
Have a nice day. Really!