I don't feel 41; I don't really feel any particular age. Some days I'm 20, some days I'm 90 (thanks, pain!), and some days (okay, most days) I'm a teenage boy.
Yes, I have a juvenile sense of humour.
But today I feel simply a bit fragile, as I'm in migraine recovery mode, where my head might start hurting any minute, and I feel the pressure, but it's being kept at bay for the moment.
Thanks for the LJ birthday gift, fabricdragon ; I am touched. :)
My tree is decorated (vintage all the way - it's white, with mostly vintage or vintage-look ornaments), the creche is up (or down - it's under the sideboard that sits next to the tree), and all my vintage Christmas bits are out (did you know felt Santas are collectible? I didn't - I just like them. I have six or seven of varying ages).
I'm going to spend my day on the sofa with pillows, and maybe order a Cheesy Bites Pizza Hut pizza for dinner. Because I can.