Morning Post

I learned my lesson last night. If I wait until later in the day to post, I simply don't want to. My holiday spirit is fine this year ~ although not, admittedly, as great as I would have expected it to be based on how holiday-ish I was feeling leading up to Thanksgiving. But, at the same time, it's not. I don't know how to explain it.

It's been a weird season. A mix of rage-inducing tragedy, over-the-top excitement, awareness of my friends' pain, awareness of my own blessings.

Lithus is home and off work, so that will help. I'm not, but am taking a few days off this week, including tomorrow, for my faith. Melancholy isn't right. I'm not melancholy.

Maybe I'm aware? Maybe I'm tired? Maybe I'm a grown up? I don't know. The light begins to return Monday. Maybe I just need the light to return.

Whatever the reason, whatever the happening, I figured it was time to work some new singers (if not so new songs) into the repertoire.

Enjoy.











 Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.