And, from what I can gather, I'm probably not the first person to go through said weird day. I'd say that's comforting, but really I just want a drink. Or a nap. Or a drink, then a nap? I'm willing to negotiate and compromise on this one.
Actually, I've thought about it and I just want the nap. Because then I might wake up and find that this is all just one really weird eggnog induced dream. Happy Christmas to all.