I woke up this morning to the tune of “Jingle Bells.” With a start, I realized that (1) it’s been almost two weeks of intermittent, not-so Smart connection (2) the dreaded Month of the Hungry Ghosts is but another page torn off the calendar and (3) Christmas is almost here.
The first two, I easily shrugged off. There's no use fretting over things that are beyond my control. Or things that are over and done with.
But the thought of Christmas had me scurrying for my to-do list. Must start shopping. Must resurrect the Christmas tree. Must send out cards. Must update the Christmas list. Must include Bruno. Must, must, must...
The onset of the "Ber" months always makes me feel that there are so many things to do, and so little time to do them in. But its a pleasant kind of rush, a kind of semi harassment that I welcome. If anything, the first of September always puts me in holiday mode.
Today, as I flipped the pages of the already thinning calendar, I thought of the things labeled "for filing," "for action," "pending" and all the 8 to 5 stuff waiting for me at the office. There are so many, many things to do. But with Christmas just around the corner, I know that I'm in for a pleasant ride.