Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I'm trying, really I am.
Another heavy gray day -- basically dark by 4:00 PM, again.
There are so many stupid little things I have to get done; even with no paying day job, I have not much opportunity (or motivation, frankly) to do them.
My calendar is full of one obligatory event after another. Not that any one of these is unpleasant... actually, they're mostly all fun... but they are obligatory, and they are one after another after another.
Sort of a manic treadmill o'fun. Which, you know, isn't.
Christmas cards are rolling in, and instead of delight at the greetings they represent, I feel the weight of obligation to take the Christmas photo and get my own cards ordered, written, addressed, sent.
Merry, merry, fa la la...
... this really, really isn't my favorite time of year.
I'm trying hard not to say out loud that I hate it... but I do.
(Yes, I know the real Meaning of Christmas isn't about any of the stuff that I hate. But since it seems Jesus was actually born in June, I'd happily dump all the crap that has to happen in December.)