Did You Expect?
Everyone I know is crazier than hell at the moment and I need another drink.
Well, that's not true. The usual stress, but nothing really out of whack. Out of the ordinary out of whack. This has been a stressful year, but not so much a stressful Christmas and I have no complaint. There ought to be uplifting thoughts I can dredge up from the brain pan though, something I can write about and celebrate. This moaning and groaning only goes so far. In a world of instant communication, how lucky am I here in this place at this time in this now? Damned lucky. What to be grateful for? Most everything I've been, I've had, I am. No regrets, more than a bit bemused sitting here as I am in absolute naive innocence of the realities of the world. Most of the horror has come through film and newspapers and books and that's not horror, that's an afternoon matinee with popcorn and a Coke.
An afternoon ride up to Vallejo with MSM to have a couple of glasses of wine and dinner with a close friend of MSM's, someone I haven't seen in twenty years, stories to tell there, but nice. Very nice. An easy afternoon and now here at home on Christmas. Home on Christmas. They write songs about that, do they not, home for Christmas, home from the wars? Too many wars, not enough people at home around the hearth. Not very original, but then what did you expect?