And so the 2nd week of January unfolds.
Creature comfort? Definitely on the cold side.
Down comforters and flannel nighties rule.
Stock market sliding on a slippery slope.
The world economy unraveling.
How to escape?
Football playoffs, double screwdrivers and hockey games help.
Presidential debates? Couldn’t even find them on a TV channel last night.
On the home front, we still have a warm house, thanks to low heating oil prices.
The cats are eating fancy feast.
And me? Well, if I am lucky, I have 10 or 15 years left to live.
That is, of course, if I quit drinking and acting wild.
Ok, so I have 5 years left.
Correction: I have today, and if I am fortunate, tomorrow.
I plan to attend the breakfast club in the morning, as I need my grits, bacon and eggs in a basket, to survive.
You see, most of us can’t really imagine a collapse of the world’s economy.
We can only take one day at a time.
Going back, in memory, to Maslow and his hierarchy of needs: Right now, I feel I just might be on the bottom rung: I am relatively comfortable, had enough to eat and drink. And I am teetering on the next rung, but that’s ok. I think it might have something to do with the contents of my drinks.
Hey folks! It is Friday night.
I finished 5 working days, relatively unscathed.
And I had a wonderful surprise as I wandered into work today.
On my chair: A lovely tigress hat, with paws.
Of course I wore it all day.
And at 5pm, I drove to the store, to get a box of frosted flakes.
They were grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat!
And so are you, Kathleen!