I’ll keep this one brief.
First, it’s the first weekend I’ve actually taken off at all in ages.
And I have a guest staying over (yay!). I must clean the house.
Then I need to go out and get some food. You know, important stuff–butter, milk, chocolate chips. But first I have to leave the house. Leaving a puppy that has recently figured out that car trips are fun. Leaving a puppy that has figured out me picking up my keys means car time, and immediately runs to the door.
Immediate guilt. f*ck.
I determine to buy the doggy a treat while I am gone. As I am browsing through the aisles of the store, I start humming. It takes me a minute to realize that I’m humming a Christmas song that’s playing over the loud speakers. I look around. There’s Christmas crap everywhere in the aisles. The next five songs in the store that play are all holiday music. The season I dread has begun. This is the unwelcome dawn of commercialized christmas muzak.