Woke up at about 4:30 to very loud purring. Domino had curled up next to my face, and was in motor mode. She usually doesn't do this until I've slept past my usual wake-up time.
Long story short, cats know when you're not quite yourself.
How could I forget that I set my alarm to wake me up to the Elvis' Greatest Hits CD? Talk about rude awakenings. Jailhouse Rock? No, Heartbreak Hotel, if one can trust Amazon.com's track list.
The Christian world needs therapy. What is it about snow and evergreen trees and winter solstice which is so powerful that it has completely taken over the celebration of the birth of a child in a near-tropical country, devoid of evergreens, which took place around April or May?
Giving gifts is a Good Thing. Being required to give gifts is not. Nor is expecting a gift.
I don't mind the commercialization of Christmas. I mind the Christmasization of commerce.