Signs

Finally, finally, I got a bit of Christmas spirit and sat by a roaring fire watching movies with two grandchildren, who were actually co-existing and joking. Then I thought I should go out to a 24-hour store before tomorrow when they will close for a few hours before they will again be open constantly for 364 days. I need to stand in a parking lot and yell, Merry Christmas you old Bailey Savings & Loan . . .

Forgive me for this next paragraph, please. It is just so ludicrous I have to write it.

I went into the bathroom and I while staring into space, daydreaming, I realized I was looking at a hole in my underpants. Heavens, I knew my standards were low, I just had no idea how far down they had slipped. I was horrified. I pulled off my boots, pulled off my pants, pulled off my underpants and put on a brand-new pair. And then I put my pants and boots back on. But, gosh, it’s hard to get the festive back on.

But I’m going to try.