There is a decided sluggishness in the people as they continue to digest
Thursday's dinner and Friday, Saturday and today's leftovers.
Tomorrow the return to work before the sun rises and the ride home
with the sun near or past the evening's horizon brings no hope.
We all will now either dread or look forward to the coming
"Holiday" season.
Using a sports metaphor, we have passed through the playoffs in
November, with a bye for the first week in December. Then it's
daily practice until the last week...
Then we celebrate surviving the year and start all over again.
It's all a wheel, a circle, a bubble.
Out boats float, they sink and then rot in the mud.
Ain't life grand!
=30=
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