“That would distract your attention, and attention is the whole point. Attention to the experience of something given, something you haven’t invented in your imagination.”  ~  Aldous Huxley

My Christmas present to myself is new wiper blades for the car. What convinced me to do so was driving home from work two days ago, through a fresh and daunting winter storm, and when I got just a ways north of town the freezing rain began to fall. It was not fun. I made it home in one piece. That’s always the goal. Why I put off getting new blades for so long is anybody’s guess, but now I am so excited that I can’t wait for a chance to use them. The forecast is for snow showers tomorrow, on Christmas Day. But I doubt I will be leaving home. I need the rest. And the solitude. Christmas season for this retail worker has been about enough. My senses seem dulled, in a physical way. My health could be much better. Yet I find myself doing the Thanksgiving thing for Christmas: gratitude. I’m not going to make one of those cheesy lists here. The amount of year’s end lists online alone is already more than enough. Yes, things are looking pretty dire out in the world at large as well. The Trump thing is also already too much. The man’s (and I use that term loosely) propensity for shocking the bejeezes out of just about everybody bodes ill for us all. And on top of all of that I am hungry, and its pert near time to prep for work. The shower will feel good. The work day is only four hours. That will give me time to catch a nap before bedtime. Or watch a movie. Something. Stillness is actually a gift of greater importance than wiper blades. I will be still.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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