Christmas Eve morn dawns a calm but sunny and chilly 35° F (2° C). The blurb says it feels like 28° … but I in my sweats and sitting on the warm side of the window luxuriate in the 75° weather provided by burning coal. Only a slight and sort of pleasant chill from a nice warm body emits warmth to the cold outside.
A quick scan of the news yields little in the way of information. Iran is shouting “Death to America!” again, like it was a new thing to them. The President replied that they will regret any attacks. That is a new thing from our leadership, but soon to pass when the new President assumes office.
A noisy parakeet in her cage behind me shrieks, wanting my attention, but I resolutely ignore her demands.
So this is the eve of a holy day to a huge segment of the world’s people. I wish them a “Merry Christmas!”, and a few of them wish one back to me. I am not offended even though I don’t celebrate Christmas. I am so weary of the easily offended but want to tell you about it community. Social oafs! Boorish people with low intellects! But who cares about the pronouncements of an old man? So, I sip my coffee and shut up. But don’t count my silence as a victory.
A simple breakfast menu today of fried eggs and hashbrowns with a side of sausage is on tap today once I get this post finished and the coffee sipped. I have had some success with improving my eating habits. Now if that would carry on to my decision to get more exercise.
My calendar for the next two weeks is blank. My brother and niece who are living with us are preparing a special dinner tomorrow, and I shall do my best to respect their culinary efforts. It’s a hard job, but someone has to do it.
So the holidays start to roll on by … soon a new year on the Gregorian calendar will arrive and we will dutifully mark the time that passes. Religion teaches me that peace and tranquility come and go, and they are not provided by the government. One adapts to government like one adapts to a hostile climate. Seek to become invisible to it …