Christmas just isn't my thing, and sometimes I get downright grinchy this time of year.
This year, I am making an effort to be, if not jolly, at least tolerant of the holiday.
Heck, I even listened to Christmas music when I drove Girlie Bear to school this morning.
Granted, after I dropped her off, I listened to Metallica's Black Album until I started feeling right again. But I made the effort.
I'll be working graveyard shift next week, so posting may be at wacky hours. Nothing says Merry Christmas like sleep deprivation and disturbed rest cycles.
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