It's going to snow, but probably not on Christmas. Oh well. Live here long enough and you also realize that the likelihood of a legitimate "White Christmas" is a little bit of a movie, and less of a reality.
My coworkers mom died last night. I officially have nothing to complain about this Christmas.
I spoke with a friend this morning, and we acknowledged that Christmas has become, at this age, so much more of a day than a season. It makes me sad. The remembrances of Christmas seasons makes me sad.
How is it that most of my blog posts revolve around the issue of getting older?
I hope we get our Christmas bonuses this year. If we don't... I'll be quite sad. I still need money for some gifts.
I thought I was pushing the snooze button this morning. Turns out that I pushed the 'stop alarm' button, therefore getting out of bed 1.5 hours late and turning in my assignments a half hour late. Ugh.
My office decor this Christmas consisted of a small, wooden, put-it-together yourself reindeer.
Isn't he lovely.
And by the way, Merry Christmas.
