So, for the past three days I’ve been taking a break from blogging. Like most Americans, during this holiday season I’m doing some major league bonding, in this case, with my lovely bed. I don’t think I’ve seen much morning since Friday, and I definitely spent more of Saturday under my sheets in la la land than I did awake, and that was including driving to Waunakee and back for a last minute Hanukkah party (which ended up being super fun) and today’s adventures were to drop off some books at the library book drop, and then to Hanna’s place for a “come over and hang out” which of course, because it’s Hanna, meant a potluck and white elephant swap along with the requisite drumming and jam session (in all fairness, they needed to practice for a gig on Friday which I’ll be missing since I’ll be at Nationals) and now I find myself bonding with bed again, only it’s at a suitable hour this time. I guess my merry Christmas texts to everyone will have to wait until morning.
Christmas is just a never ending parade of what the fuck if you’re a Jew in America.
Peace on earth.