I sit here at 4:00 a.m. watching CNN, like I do every weekday morning before work, and it occurs to me I don’t want to watch it anymore. I am tired of seeing the terrorist couple’s faces and hearing about Isis; I am weary of election talk; sick of hearing about racial strife in Chicago. I switch to local news. Same stuff, only with a local sex offender and a marijuana bust at the border thrown into the mix.
I switch to a music channel, Sounds of the Seasons: Holiday. NSYNC’s, “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays” is playing. My spirit is somewhat lifted. I look around where I am sitting, and I see boxes and piles of Christmas stuff in the form of tree decorations, Christmas Village components, ribbons and gift bags, my Christmas Converse high-tops (that I bought 25 years ago), a few of my Santas looking for a place to go…
Still so much to do. I want to enjoy the holiday season, but I am feeling a bit overwhelmed. Even at 4:10 in the morning.
My Boston Terrier Trudy sleeps in the leather chair nearby, afraid to go to bed for fear of missing out on something. She is so old and slow and sick, I am hoping she makes it through the holidays. I’m sure she will.
Time to pull myself together and get out the door. I can feel the ice water I have been sipping (in lieu of caffeine) coursing through my body, waking me up and cleansing my insides at the same time.
Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby are singing “The Christmas Song” now. This song is one of my favorites, no matter who is singing. I smile.
Okay, I’m at that point where a few minutes could make the difference between comfortable or feeling slightly rushed. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ “Christmas All Over Again” come on. Let’s get this day started.