‘It’s 9 o’clock on a Saturday’
Well. More like nearly 2 a.m. on Sunday morning. But semantics.
I heard that song at 9 a.m. and 9 p.m. yesterday. The local classic rock station is clever like that. I was driving both times.
Had a great day. The best in a long time. Would love to sleep now but Assclown upstairs is looking in all his drawers for his drug stash and I wish he would find it already.
Am pretty sure he just smashed open his piggy bank. I hope it was his skull instead.
Also I have a lot of worries right now. But I thought I might try to say something positive in the event it bores me to sleep or death. Whichever comes first, at this point.
Last Christmas the gift I gave most was the gift of goodbye.
It wasn’t done in any spirit other than knowing it was time. To let others deal with whatever they have prioritized. To get out of the way and get out of my own way, in a way.
You wonder if anyone noticed. Or whether they are relieved because it’s what they needed or wanted all along.
I was inspired by an ugly cookie. Made with love.
I know what would have made it beautiful. Yet I have no plans or reason to use (or share) that particular skill.
But it did inspire the gift I COULD give.
It was the right thing to do.
And it’s been a long time since I’ve felt like I’ve done the right thing.
Maybe that’s what it will take for things to finally, finally go my way.