Assuming there will be no playoffs for the Seahawks this year, today and next Sunday are the last two home games until next year. I'm cool with that.
Yesterday's swim suit made from scraps was not quite a success. We're going to be calling it the nipple suit as, when wet, it outlines body parts that really are better covered up. Oh well, that's a buck in elastic that was just wasted. hehe.
I feel Christmas swirling all around me. I don't hate Christmas or the holidays. I'm not wild about Christmas Day but only because they are closing the pool. But the rest, although none of it has anything to do with me, is fine. Actually, that's not true. I do take advantage of the candy and the shopping deals. I'm grateful that I don't have to be around anyone's family - including my own.
I had great Christmases growing up. And I've had a few excellent adult Christmases. But, I have no interest in drumming up anything special because of the time of year. I'm not opposed to it, I'm just not interested.
The end of the calendar year, however, does kind of annoy me. I'm already sick of end-of-year wrap ups of TV, radio and podcasts and they haven't really started in earnest yet. I am acutely aware of all the people that died last year. I don't need to off them once again. I just find all of the end of year shit boring and repetitive and I resent its replacing new content.
This too shall pass.