Monday has arrived, and so we begin another week. For some, this means the end of a 4 day weekend as you head back to toils and tribulations for a 40 hour work week, where your schedule is set by your employer, whose rules and regulations might temper your outlook with chagrin. Patience. Someday you, too, will be semi-retired and will only have to contend with a few measly days of work, probably in a job that lets you practice your social skills, like mine. That's sort of a windy way of me saying that I work today.
Outside, it's dark. The temps is 37 (F), and we might be getting some snow showers tomorrow. That's be nice. I don't work.
I worked yesterday though, and a surprising thing happened. They were playing rock & roll as the music du jour. No Christmas music... notice I say music rather than carols since much of what we're forced to listen to in this season of joy are songs that pop artists wrote for this season of joy because every time one of their holiday ditties gets played, they hear the Ca-Ching of cold-hard cash clattering into their bank account. Creativity and greed do not always go hand in hand. Now, I know there are some out there who claim to love Christmas music, but they usually don't have to listen to the same song rotation over, and over, and over again.
Digging into the archives: here's a picture I took in a Buddhist temple while I was in Japan a long time ago.