Christmas Eve Again

Christmas Eve Again

Every year.  Every goddam year this happens.  I hate ghosts.

Each year, the weather gets cold, and I get grumpy, and it begins to snow and the roads become slick and potholed and awful.  Every year, I end out sitting inside looking for anything both clean and warm enough to wear before once again wearily admitting that I just need to put several of my existing things on over one another.

The maddening part about it is that when everything is settled and done, I'm cold and sitting in a house and just when I think December can't get any worse, the goddam ghosts show up.

Evidently, there are people praying for my soul and it needs to stop.  Every year on the 24th of December, I end out getting woken up at 1130 to be told that I'm going to be harassed by three unwanted poltergeists who can't help but pester me about how cheerful and glad Christmas ought to be.

I've had it up to here with this nonsense.  No more praying for my soul, your religious freedom isn't adequate reason to work sorcery to plague me with Jehovas Apparitions.

This year, and I mean it, there better not be any ghosts bothering me.  I want to wake up, have my coffee, and get on with hating the cold like a sane person.

Good day!

Mont Saint-Michel, France (by Rudy Denoyette)

1950s leading man archetype <3<3<3<3

I usually hate the intersect between nerd and musician, the one always seems to be apologizing for or attempting to justify the other.  What this guy does however is an astonishing exception.  Watch for the cat ;)