And all through the town, people were snoring…
It’s the late afternoon of Christmas Day 2006.
I’m trying not to take a nap. I really don’t know why though.
My brother gave me season four of 24 for Christmas. I am just halfway through season one. I have been told to try my hardest to catch up and watch all five seasons before season six starts on January 14, 2007. It’s not going to happen.
As with Lost, every episode leaves me clutching to the edge of my seat, my heart thumping, blood pressure rising, waiting to see what will happen next.
In order to live, I can’t really watch many episodes in one day. I might just pop a vein.
This is the first Christmas Day in my 21 years (that I can recall) that the weather has been good enough for me to wrap up warmly and go for a bike ride.
So I did just that. But, I forgot all about the fact that I would be riding at high speed with cold wind rushing into my face and down my shirt. I returned home with a rather large head rush.
Thank God for tea.
Also for the first time in my 21 years, I beat my brother at chess today. It was all because he made a fluke mistake and I wouldn’t let him reverse his move. Ha.
The Godfather of Soul passed away this morning. As far as my memory serves me, he was going to be touring in Canada in the next few weeks.
His songs really did make me “feel good” (despite the fact that I don’t got you).
(Please forgive my cheesiness…)
Meanwhile, Ethiopia vs. Somalia is taking off. Oh boy…
Anyway, I hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas. If you are anywhere far east of our time zone, then I shall restate that statement just for you: I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas.
Keep safe everyone.


