I don’t understand what the holiday crap is all about. I have never seen a more discontented foul-mood bunch of nimrods than in a shopping mall.

It’s fun to be nice to them and watch their reactions. I sang carols- just under my breath- all day long, people next to me in store lines looked…. and sometimes smiled. SOmetimes they shook their heads as if I were insane. WHich showed good judgement on their part.

Still. I have a lot of friends in dire straits. A lot of people who have actual problems. I have some things going on in my life but nothing the careful application of cash (or credit) cannot resolve. And, thankfully, I have the cash- and credit.
I’m the luckiest sonofabitch alive, and I ain’t afraid to say it. I could have real trouble, and I don’t. You know what’s REALLY miraculous- at the time of year when I’m usually packing on an extra twelve, thirty pounds, I’m not gaining a pound- though I’m constantly surrounded by wonderful things. Which I sample with glee. “Sampling” being the operative term.