...and jolly old St Nick is dispensing prezzies in Puerto Santa Cruz, Argentina.
Did you ever stop to think how many languages the guy has to know?
If anything, I'm feeling worse, emotionally if not symptom-wise. A neighbor came by to invite me to Christmas Eve dinner, but I'm probably infectious as hell right now. Ditto for a possible outing for a meal & movie tomorrow; I don't want to repay kindness with sickness....
My friend H. volunteered to serve meals today at a large homeless shelter downtown. I'm proud of her. It's not something I could do easily, especially in these days when my emotions are running so close to the surface. Right now, I'd be more interested in finding volunteers to save my tired ass....
Diana's singing in my ear(phone)s about the "Winter Wonderland" she's in, which of course bears no resemblance to Where The Ghetto Meets The Sea. Some of the day's warmth lingers -- or I'm running a slight fever -- and the sky is clear as can be.
Not much else here in the way of entertainment. My years-long avoidance of TV means I've missed the umpty-bazillionth replay of "It's a Wonderful Life." All I can say to George Bailey is "I got yer angel right here...hangin'...." My angel would laugh fiendishly as I took the big plunge into the icy river.
Well, this is California, after all, and the river would likely be dry.
I'm bummed out. I hope I didn't spread that as I would my germs to anyone who got near.
I will, as the song says, be home for Christmas. Either sitting in this fershlugginer chair or in bed.
Damn me. Santa is now in Macchu Picchu, Peru. I've seen pictures of the place. Would like to drop by for a visit sometime.
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