It’s been a weird season. I like to laugh at the Black Friday shoppers, lining up the day after Thanksgiving for the deals. I liked my celebration of Christmas restrained.
But this year it doesn’t feel like a celebration at all.
T thinks it’s her fault, since we haven’t decorated, but I’m not sure she is right. It’s been unseasonably warm for New England. Haven’t been to the mall once.
And I wonder if therein lies the problem. Cat Stevens told us we could get what we want “when we want it,” and now, thanks to the Internet, we can, indeed. No need to INTERACT.
My life over the past month has felt like a shuffle between home, work, and home. I have hardly spoken with anyone outside those two contexts.
Maybe it’s time.