..... And it will be perfect. Just me and my dog which is the best company I could ask for. There is even supposed to be a snow storm on Christmas day. I have a steep hill outside my window and I hope to sit with a warm Coco in hand and watch cars slide into things. I find that enjoyable. I plan on making a special dinner, a steak or roast with some good sides. I'll buy my dog some treats and toys and it will be a special day. A snow storm on Christmas is really the best present I could ask for. I envision Christmas music playing while I watch heavy snow fall outside my window with my lights dimmed low and Christmas lights sparkling in the background. Life is good. I need to get some cocoa. I love you.
I don’t yet understand what that is, because I haven’t taken time to consider yet another moniker.
Despite my personal indifference to title, I still find meaning in any effort put forth here, for both the good and the bad, though it isn’t much effort towards the bad in a land full of echoes, say what you will, you are no deviant.
What are you, now, another year passed, but the determination to be heard and even more, exemplar of the will to live.
Make more of you, multiply, prosper and today I have no gift but requests — that you survive, that you seek yourself in others, and that you demand more of the people with whom you associate, even if they are a distasteful and meek lot.
No man is an island, they’ve said, I’ve said, and yet here we are an island unto ourselves, a distasteful island to be sure for some but it is our lot. I’m okay being in a minority of thought so far as I am infectious. And today I am a simple and humble servant for no one but my people.
