We are officially entering the crowded time of the year. If the post-season is mellow, then October is usually pretty calm. Starting in November, things rapidly accelerate. Usually, it gets so hectic that there are only two non-preplanned weekends between early November and the New Year. This year, there is only one.
The list goes: Dad’s Birthday, Veteran’s Day (generally not hectic), Remembrance Day, Thanksgiving, Scottish Walk, the Feast of My Birthday (December 8 – 10, inclusive. Gifts are accepted year ’round and should consist of loose women, booze and cash. Not always in that order. Combinations are acceptable. A cash-rich loose woman who owns a bar would be delightful.), off/shopping weekend, Christmas, New Year’s.
And then you sit back and wonder where the hell the old year went and what the hell you’re supposed to do with all the dark dead time of January and February. Start counting the days to “Truck Day,” Spring Training, St. Patrick’s Day, and SPRING!
I am not looking forward to another winter in the asshole of the world. By this time I was supposed to be looking forward to a long winter’s rest on the beach, under a palm tree with a fruity drink. Someplace where a cold snap was a sixty degree day and settling in for the winter meant closing the windows occasionally.
Here we go.