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I was supposed to be out of town today at something I was really looking forward to but cruel fate decided that I needed to have a stomach virus which kept me locked in one room of the house for a little longer than I wanted to be most of the night. (Emulating a William Faulkner sentence without the imagery or imagination.)

That’s enough of that. I am a true believer you don’t give people the crud when you’ve got it. First, they don’t appreciate it and secondly, it isn’t cool. I’ve felt like Typhoid Mary for the past couple of months, dagnabbit.

I’ve been thinking of expectations, inner perceptions and reality a lot lately. I’ve also been dealing with a little bit of writer’s block that has been floating in the midst of my cranium for several months. We will see if this is chronic as time tends to answer those questions.

We are hunting kerosene in Chez Coma as the heat decided to go kaput earlier this week. That problem is being looked at but it’s a bit crazy as we careen toward the holidays. I have been thinking that all my friends just need to come over and cuddle with us, but that wouldn’t really fly in Hoots Common, no matter how innocent it might be presented. Although the look on people’s faces when I tell them, “Can we have a Cuddle Party?” might amuse me to no end. I love shocked indignation especially when I participate in creating that look. Cuddle Parties also tend to be cheaper than heating unit fixing bills, Christmas and therapy.

January 1st will be just another day but I’m hoping that the year will prove to be profitable and fancy. I think we need some fancy around this joint. It would make the place all spiffy.

Bear And I Kept Grinning Through 2009

So, not a lot going on other than we are a bit closer to Christmas, there’s no heat and I was looking forward to a Christmas parade today. With that said, I’ve drank a gallon of Gatorade brought to me by the wonderful Squirrel Queen and I’m heading back to bed.

Still seeking sausage balls but have decided to be self-reliant and make those sumbitches myself. I’m clever that way.