Blast!
It's that time of year again.
I seem to remember a time when I liked December.
Many, many, many years ago.
Now I'm overcome with ennui, facing the Xmas onslaught.
I made a batch of cookies about a week ago.
SWMBO has made a batch of different cookies today.
It doesn't do anything for me.
Yesterday, or was it the day before, I found a message on my telephone answering service, noting that I hadn't blogged recently and wondering if I was okay.
I didn't even have the energy to call my inquirer back.
I emailed a brief note, indicating that all was well.
That's a lie: the weather has turned cold.
(For Arizona. High temperatures in the 50's.)
The past two days the mail delivery has revealed a few Christmas cards.
I've been saying it for years but I think this year I really mean it: I'm not going to send cards this year.
I suppose some people will be offended though I'm not sure anyone will even notice.
I read a few blogs this evening but couldn't think of anything to say in the comments so I didn't.
Perhaps the most likely response that comes to mind is a famous or infamous one: BAH! HUMBUG!
