Christmas Approaches

 Christmas is almost here.   

It will be a very quiet one for me, quieter than usual.  

Until this darn covid crap ends, we are all very isolated but especially those of us alone.  I don't mind so much.  It's one of those things.

Our President is intent still on finding some way to rerun the election that he lost and now even mentioned martial law, in a wild screaming cabinet meeting, so the news says.  Great.  Like a drunk uncle that won't go away.

I once knew a conniver, a person who, if there were two ways to do something, with the same labor involved either way, one way legal the other way not, she'd do it the illegal way.  She told me once there was money to be made off drunk uncles, that families wanted out of their hair, and not living in their basements or in broken down RV's behind their houses, ranting all day like know it alls, never shutting up, drinking all night, slobbering and staggering and spouting off to everyone.  She thought it would be a great financial move to open up an RV park just for drunk uncles, that families would pay up the rent to keep them away from them and she was thinking about it.   

Losing an election must be very hard on one's ego.  Like big time rejection.  Like getting dumped by a boyfriend or girlfriend.  Like a nasty divorce maybe.  On a huge scale.  I couldn't handle it.  Trump needs some cats to hug, who purr and adore him and make him laugh whether he's president or total flunky.  Money really doesn't purr.   I've never heard it purr, at least, and its ugly, hard and cold.  You really can't cozy up to money when you need comfort. 

The rain is coming down in buckets here in Oregon.  Not that this is news. I'm just trying to make out like something is going on here when nothing is going on at all.  Rain is very normal in Oregon.  More normal than sun, I'd say, by a long shot.  

I say to myself, soon it will be over, when the vaccines are widely available.  I say to myself, it could be worse, you could be on an ICU unit trying to take a breath, alone.  I say to myself, I'ts not that bad here alone with my cats and that's the truth, it sure is.  Lol.  

I'm just fine and I feel a little worried that I am just fine totally alone with my cats.  Ha!  In fact, I'm quite happy and content.