Here we are just ten days before that Xmas ritual of trees and gifts and food and candy. There are places to go, things to buy, and wonder why all of these prices are so high. Worry for some, this year might be their last. Excited for mothers whose due date has passed. Hoping that no one ends up in a cast. The weather is lousy, too warm or too cold. The days are much shorter this year, I am told.
Loss in a family hurts worse at this time. A cyclist was killed in a hit-and-run. 2 people found shot on Indy’s northeast side. Teens killed in a car ride, driving too fast. Their presents are purchased and under the tree. Do you open, return, or just leave them be?
Filipina who won a last-minute reprieve from Indonesian firing squad prepares to fly home. What more can one give a person than life?
There are still drones above New Jersey. No one knows why. Cue 50’s sci-fi music. If they’ve not zapped anyone yet, it’s probably not going to happen.
China has an erotic clothing capital. Who the fuck knew? Will it survive being tariffed?
Conan O’Brien’s parents died three days apart. No one, anywhere, is ready for that level of loss.
Can anyone find the best-fitting jeans?
Did everyone see yesterday’s rain? Facebook removed the link three times because they thought it was spam. There’s no accounting for taste from an AI bot.
Are we crazy? Do we care? We could be typing in our underwear. All of these cats make it difficult to see. I wonder what makes them attracted to me. Medicines fly off the desk with a swat. The light from that lamp was illuminating thought.
More coffee then waffles with sugar-free syrup. Nothing that makes sense rhymes with syrup. Stirrup.