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Rockin’ around the Christmas tree

By Me | December 24, 2007

It has been brought to my attention that, in leaving the previous post where it is without follow-up since August, a certain good buddy of mine who is susceptible to ’70s music psychological torture anyway has been having nightmares.

Being the kind and considerate soul that I am, it only took me three weeks to do something about that.

Besides, it’s Christmas Eve and for some bizarre reason, this particular set of holidays seems to inspire me to pick up my blogging again … no matter how long I’ve let it fall by the wayside.

So, yeah … I was right about Gina. She has changed. She even helped with my holiday cleaning, without being asked.

The girl does me good. She makes me believe there is hope for the other three.

So, in spite of the fact that nothing much has changed at this end of the world — spouse is still depressed and underpaid, business is still struggling, still trying to keep two of my kids from either (a) killing themselves or (b) seriously injuring themselves, and still trying to cope with the discovery that there is yet another con artist in my house in the form of youngest son — I’m not feeling especially down or responding in any way that’s normal for me during this particularly sucky time of the year.

Part of the reason for that may be that I’ve given myself the gift of doing some long overdue cleaning. It’s amazing how much better you feel when your kitchen doesn’t smell like that anymore.

Speaking of which, I haven’t killed the rabbit yet, either. I’m so proud of myself.

No promises to be made about how often I’m going to drag myself in here to update — although you wouldn’t think it’d be tough to remember to do it, since my blog is my browser homepage. I’m not making enough money to hire a secretary yet, and my life still is not my own.

But it’s all good. I’m happiest when I’m insanely busy … right up until the nervous breakdown.

Merry Christmas, hombres.

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