Fast away the old year..

On this day in 1660, a woman (either Margaret Hughes, or Anne Marshall) appeared in the role of Desdemona from Shakespeare’s Othello, marking the first time a woman had appeared on an English public stage. [Photo: The Globe Theatre]


I pulled my head in out of the window and listened. I heard the reindeer on the roof. I could hear their hoofs pawing and prancing on the roof. “Shut the window,” said mamma. I stood still and listened.

From A Visit from Saint Nicholas (In the Ernest Hemingway Manner) by James Thurber. Read the entire version from the December 24, 1927 issue of The NewYorker.

It’s Friday and, as you’re reading this, I have exactly 76 hours of work left at the day job for the remainder of 2017. I ain’t gonna get everything done. I’m not worried. It will be waiting for me when I get back.

I’m not going to stress over it.

I’m also trying not to stress over all that “has” to be done between now and Christmas Day.

Trust me, not all of that is getting done either.

I’m endeavoring not to stress about the news, which generally involves not listening to it.

They say that “stressed” spelled backwards is “desserts.”

I don’t know who “they” are but that’s not very helpful to someone who is trying to eliminate sugar from his diet.

Truth is, and I may have already written about this but it’s Friday and I’m too lazy to go back and look, since the fall and the hospitalization, I’ve been off track on the eating plan. Not to mention the fact that I don’t dare go back to the gym locker room until this infection is completely gone. Although the plan is Monday to go work out and come home to shower. That’s the plan anyway.

I’ll spare you graphics but let’s just say that the antibiotics are at war with the probiotics in my system and I really want to stop taking them. All that to say that it hasn’t helped the eating plan.

And now it’s the Christmas season and I forgot to turn my clock back ten pounds.

I’m not trying to rush us through Christmas, I love this season. But there’s something to be said about looking forward to the clean slate of a new year. Hopefully with a clean bill of health.

I love to sit in front of The Tournament of Roses Parade with a cup of coffee, or twelve, and my calendar/journal for the year. It’s on those mornings that I plan the things I hope to accomplish in the coming year.

Sometimes I’ll even make it to Valentine’s Day before reality sets in and I have to revise the plan.

This is not the post I intended for today. I’m still working on that one. But I’m not going to get stressed about that either.

And, in spite of the title, I am also not fasting for the remainder of the year.

Finally, Irish flute player, James Galway, was born on this day in 1939. I saw Galway perform at Wolf Trap in Vienna, Virginia in the summer of 1988.


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