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.