So This is How To Be Bored...

As tends to happen, January brings boredom to even the most enthusiastic.
Blame the holiday hype...  Blame the eggnog...  Blame the disappointment of bad gifts... 
Just don't blame yourself.
There is something sad about our self-imposed busy holiday season. It's as if we are trying to ward off the January doldrums by expending as much energy as possible before the year ends.
I think us middle aged people have earned our boredom. Wait until you've experienced (and can still remember) 50+ years of holidays come-and-go.  There's remarkably very little that can surprise us or keep our attention.
This December I walked Fifth Avenue and 60th Street three separate times, but not once did I bother to glance at the famous tree or even look at the expensive shop windows. 
I know: that IS sad! 
But in my defense, had those I was walking with even hinted at wanting to experience what many consider the quintessential American holiday display, I would have gone along.  But no one did, so neither did I.
Does getting older mean you no longer get excited?  Is boredom what I have to look forward to from now on?
Boredom is defined as "the state of being weary and restless through lack of interest" (I looked it up  in the Merriam-Webster dictionary just to make sure that was what I was feeling). 
I can relate to the "restless" part, but, gosh, I'm fighting off the "being weary" - it sounds so defeated.

Yawn. Pardon me, I'm boring even myself today...