I thought I was holding my own against the avalanche of
seasonal madness. But, alas, the manic traffic, ever heftier ad section of the
newspaper, and folks sharing with me their frightening YET TO DO lists, took
it’s inevitable toll.
I am fresh out of equanimity let alone goodwill toward men, et al.
I can opt out of most of this except getting asked by strangers everywhere I go
(to acquire sustenance items only) some version of: are you ready for
Christmas? have you done all your shopping? do you have plans to visit family?
etc. To which my honest (and unvoiced) responses are yes (please let it be over soon), yes
(as I no longer do that) and no (they are all dead or emotionally distant). I
even had to respond to my emotionally distant brother that (as he should know by now) I have
no lavish or even meager special plans for the holiday.
I do however plan to have Christmas dinner with my
boyfriend. In celebration of our weekly $12 Tuesdays at Papa Murphy’s we will
share a take (and add an entire onion and other embellishments) and bake pizza.
We will stream some dark and/or silly TV, and drive the cat crazy with the elusive red laser dot.
………And to all, a good night.