...or, in my case, what freekin' holidays?
I have to be out for a while tomorrow, so that means Saturday, Sunday and Monday will be sit-at-the-desk-and-write days around here. Deadlines, y'know, though I'd be more cheerful about cranking out the verbiage if said clients had already paid for the last work they ordered and received....
There was an outside chance that I might have Christmas dinner with a couple of friends, but I was told this afternoon that the female half of the duo decided she preferred to be up in Central California doing a dinner for some other friends. They made a half-hearted offer to include me if I wanted to do eight hours on the road Monday to get there and back. Which I don't. Oh, well.
So my Christmas celebration, remarkably similar to my Thanksgiving celebration, will probably consist of hitting the deli for some special treats for the cat.
I might go out one evening and look at Christmas lights, and imagine what it would be like to be inside, sitting around the tree with loved ones....
TOTALLY IRRELEVANT PARENTHETICAL NOTE: Every year, I receive a Christmas card from a large Japanese corporation I deal with. Not, mind you, from their U.S. branch, but from the home office, where a friend holds an executive position. I looked at the envelope and found that it was postmarked in Singapore. Damn, everything is outsourced these days!
I'm trying hard to not wish the whole damn thing would be over and done with as quickly as possible; I know a lot of people are having wonderful holidays, and I'd like the good times to linger as long as possible for them.
But here, on this one small piece of the planet, its major Grinch-time, Jim.
Being lonely during normal times is bad enough; being without any company -- particularly loving company -- during the holidays is simply awful.
I know I've said it before, but it's in the front of my mind again: twelve months ago, I had a vision of Christmas, 2006 that filled me with hope and happiness. But Santa delivered that particular gift elsewhere.
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