Of 2012, that is. Or so I am guessing it will be. Sensationalism at its finest right there. Or is it?
While I could do a year in review type post, I figure that’s what the purpose of my blog’s archive is. It’s been a year to be sure.
I’ve not been feeling all that great the last few days, and today has been the roughest feeling day so far. And the cold weather isn’t helping any.
I’d rather stay at home tonight, but I’m sure the Husbear will want to go out. And our buddy Dwayne is in town visiting, so we probably should do something. We are rather boring hosts I think.
I’m behind on reading blogs. Again. Not enough hours in the day. Or I’m just too easily distracted. Probably more of the later than anything.
I’m also behind on responding to y’all’s comments here. I need to focus better.
Maybe it’s the winter doldrums.
For those of you who come to my blog directly and don’t read my posts via an RSS feed, you’ll notice the theme on my blog is different. I was messing around with my original theme and, once again, jacked it up. So I’ve defaulted to WordPress’ Twenty Twelve theme for now. It’s kind of boring. But it works. I’ll get around to fixing my old one. Eventually. Or not.
Anyway. I’m rambling.
I hope everyone has a safe night tonight, whatever you chose to do.
Just thank whatever deity you chose to believe in—if you believe in one—for the discovery of alcohol. It’s the only way many humans seem to be able to make it through this time of the year with any sanity left intact.
I often wonder why Christians don’t celebrate חֲנֻכָּה, since that’s what Yeshua would have celebrated. Eight days of presents! Then again, many don’t even seem to comprehend that Yeshua was Jewish.
Speaking of presents, in just a few more hours the stores will reopen to sell you more stuff! Or to give you money back for the stuff you got that you didn’t want.
That is what Christmas is really about, right? A time for stores to make a profit, and for consumers to go further in debt? That sounds exactly like something that Yeshua would want people to do.
I think I’m getting more misanthropic the older I get. I would make a great cutter if I didn’t think it would hurt so bad.
But I digress. Or do I?
I guess it’s time to pour myself another adult beverage.