Chestnut roaches on an open fire
With the HannuKwanzaChristmas season upon us bringing with it the brisk chill air, the blinking Christmas lights bedecking each house and building, children skating in the ice rink, happy couples Christmas shopping, and my ass all alone, I vacillate between a whimsical sense of tranquility and mildly suicidal thoughts. But I did get all of my Christmas shopping done. And one of my credit cards issued a $500 credit increase to assist me. So that’s of note.
This time of year also brings the treats. Not the trick or treats, but the food–by the vat. People bringing in food to work, catering for meetings, cakes, cookies, and the lot. And God save you if you don’t have a full-portion plate of it at your desk because eeeeeeeveryone will walk by and tell you, “Hey! Didn’t cha know there’s food in the kitchen!?!” and insist upon high that you get some. Like constantly.
Thankfully, I was out sick with the cold from hell last week, and I have since not had much of an appetite. Perfect timing, I’d say. Not to mention the fact that I need to lose a few (a lot of) pounds. Thank Jesus Claus.
