Today will be rainy. The morning is getting darker. It is in the 50’s, but the air has a chill. The dogs were out and back inside quickly. They then went upstairs to nap. My house is quiet.

Yesterday was a good day. It was a lazy day. My dinner was delicious and the plate was filled. I watched a rerun of the Plymouth parade and looked for my cousins, three of whom march with the Northstars. I found them all. I didn’t have M&M’s, nuts or tangerines, my childhood parade snacks, but I did have crackers and cheese and later, after delivery, shrimp. I did miss the M&M’s.

When I was a kid, Friday was allowance day. I’d get my 50¢ from my mother. If the day was warm enough, I’d ride my bike uptown to the Children’s Corner store and buy a Book. The store had a tall bookshelf in the back. It was filled with Whitman books, the sort with hard cardboard covers. I bought my Trixie Belden books there. The books cost 49¢. I’d buy a piece of penny candy with the change. I was rich.

The menu today was always Turkey. Usually lunch was turkey sandwiches with all the fixings. Supper was a rerun of Thanksgiving dinner, but I never minded. I loved turkey. We only had it twice a year, Thanksgiving and Christmas, so turkey meant the holidays to me.

I am a sloth. I had a dream of staying in my cozies, but my dream is dashed. I have to go out to Orleans for PT. I have to get dressed, such a burden.

In the corner of my bedroom is a pile of boxes and packages. They are all Christmas presents. I haven’t any idea how many and to whom as they have been piling for weeks. On my maybe today, maybe not today to do list is organize gifts.

One of my radio stations has started playing Christmas carols. They do it each year. I will not complain. Christmas carols have a short shelf. They are usually played for only a couple of weeks. That is not even time enough given the number of carols, some so obscure they seldom see the light of day. I’m leaving my radio on that station, and I’ll sing along joyfully.