Thursday, January 4, 2018

Another Day

Everyday she takes a morning bath she wets her hair
Wraps a towel around her as she's heading for the bedroom chair
It's just another day.  (Paul McCartney)

I can be accused of many things.  Inconsistency is not on the list.

It's the same thing every year.

Christmas, my birthday, and New Year's Eve/Day are all in rapid succession.  

Every year, I dread that week.

Every year, I can't wait until it's over.

January rolls around.

Every year, I regret not doing something fun.

One year, the pattern might be broken.

I'm not holding out much hope.