Disconnect and Festive Satire

This year, I did absolutely nothing for anyone for Christmas.  Not officially, anyway.  It hardly registered with the me that the season was upon us, and that I usually do something.  I just watched it float by.

The effect is that of a surreal satire of life; my life, anyway.  And I realize I must be about to make some sort of course alteration, again.  Or, maybe for only the second time, when it comes down to it.

I'm getting a little impatient with the status quo. Bored, maybe.  No excuse for boredom like that.  If you're bored, do something different.  Do something.  And that is where the pre-action agitation kicks in.  Part of the process.