early

I was awakened early this morning – which would have been 4:45 in the A of M, as every now and then I hear someone say. So I decided to look on the Internet for the weather and whatnot because it is verrry cold this morning and I suddenly had a desperate need to know how cold.

Well, the Internet provider is having some problems so here I am in Word, which tried to sneak in Times New Roman on me instead of my usual Geneva. Once upon a time, I had a font that presented like words clipped out of a newspaper on a ransom note. I kind of liked that. Heck, I liked it a lot, but there weren’t too many things I could use it for since anything longer than “We have Hazel. Put $500,000 in a brown paper bag and leave at the big tree at the corner of Elm and Fifth. Do not contact police.” got a little overwhelming.

We are to finally decorate the tree today and, Bob, I feel for you. It is not that I do not want to decorate but I am in a phase of delicate lights and a few special ornaments and just about everyone else here is voting for a brightly-lit tree laden with every ornament in the house, including all the school project decorations.
I know – that will make it family and friend oriented and “special” but I am thinking Bob will look like a boob, sort of a brightly-lit post-it note board.

I guess it is in the eye of the beholder. Last evening my eyes were filled with George C. Scott images as Scrooge . . . but I dozed off before the “see the light of Christmas spirit” scenes and think I may have been “humbugged and bah-ed” – maybe a Stockholm Syndrome thing.

I believe I detect a note of irritation in my posting this morning. Oh, really, AmeliaJake? Why is that?
Well . . . I don’t really know. Perhaps I need to watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” over and over and over again. I may be low on my “Merry Christmas, Bedford Falls; Merry Christmas, you old Bailey Savings & Loan” spirit level.

Yes, that’s probably it.