Wednesday, December 26, 2007

60th Post - Boxing Day

I don't drink very much. Sometimes, during the holidays, I'll imbibe a little, but I do my best not to over indulge. The last time I was probably feeling a little good was about 18 months ago when a bunch of us from work went to someone's apartment, just as my 3 week vacation was starting. As if to punish me, my car broke down the next morning, costing me $1100 in repairs. Sigh, and double sigh.

It is, therefore, difficult for me to relate to a film like "The Lost Weekend", which deals with alcoholism. Except, maybe, in one respect: Today, Boxing Day, was a "lost day".

I pretty much slept the day away. I went to bed last evening at a relatively early hour, and got up this morning long enough to feed Newbie before returning to bed, not to rise for the day until nearly 9:30. I did little this morning, but became tired by the afternoon, and took a two-and-a-half-hour nap.

Didn't see Patricia today. Only left the house long enough to throw some stuff into my green bin.

Tomorrow, it's back to work for the balance of the week. Forecast is for a snow, followed by ice pellets. Marvellous drive home from work tomorrow night, I'm sure. Looking forward to it.

The radio stations were all pretty much automated today. Hard to get any local news from them, even the brief periods when I was awake, although News 95.7 did have brief news hits at the top and the bottom of the hour until noon. So, I did hear about the tiger in San Fransico that went berserk, again, and mauled some poor bastard to death. This is the same tiger that chewed off someone else's arm last year. It's been put to death, thank God.

Why do we even have zoos? What is the appeal? I don't get it. If the animals are better off, more or less, in the wild, why not let them live that way? If their instinct is to be a predator, then let them do that, in the wild. Or, at the very least, make it impossible for these animals to get loose.

Looking forward to going to that bookstore tomorrow to begin "spending" that credit I accrued the other day with the true crime books I took in. There were three or four paperbacks there I would like to have.

Say, isn't this blog living up to its promise of being the most boring one ever?

Later.

Bevboy

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