. . . but I didn't go out and photograph the holiday lights in my own hometown. Rather, I fell asleep on the couch again, too tuckered for activity. This is not a good thing, and it has me worried. I wait to grow young again. But maybe I have. Don't babies always sleep?
The holidays pass quickly and almost unnoticed. I don't want to send cards and presents this year. It seems mechanical, redundant, obligatory. I have reached that stage. I don't believe Christmas holds the same fascination for kids as it once did, either. There is too much bling all year 'round. Growing up, I expected to get nothing other than on my birthday and at Christmas, so those were a big deal. If I ever said I wanted something to my parents, they would always say, "Christmas is coming up. Perhaps. . . ." So yeah, it was something to be anticipated. Now that schools have holiday and season celebrations, Santa doesn't make much of an appearance.
Besides, I don't get much time off from the factory for Christmas this year. I work right up until Christmas Eve. Gotta crank out those widgets, check the books, gather data, and plan for the future.
Whatever. I woke too early and am tired again. I like my bed. I want to go back to sleep.
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