September 26, 2002
My annual nightmare, my yearly travail.
Thanksgiving. My birthday. Christmas. New Years. Valentines Day.
Black and blue, my holiday colors...
One more years fade on my face, heavy miles.
Regardless I do what I can to prepare, some years it's all I can do to hang in til Febrary fifteenth. Then sigh, huge relief.
I don't know if it's from the light changing, the fact that almost every important relationship I've been in has ended this time of year, maybe childhood stuff?
The days are growing shorter.
I'm beginning to get nervous.
Joy to the world.