Christmas is here.
For me, at least. I used to deplore the early sales season in the stores, but then I discovered that actually, I like it. Every year I start about July. This year I staved off my desire until late last month. This month, I am fully letting go, just go with what I need. Peace on Earth is what I need.
Christmas for me is largely a secular affair, but I get some inner dialogue in there, helping me to keep going. I have my first Covid shot planned for later this month. It is largely on my mind. That'll be the thing this month that will be my big accomplishment. I have waited for personal reasons, but I have won that war, so bring on the shot. I am behind ya'll, but I'll get there. I've been totally isolated, but I bought new masks, and feel prepared to head out to the big event.
I have a subscription at Amazon, so I can listen to Christmas music all day long if I want, as I work on my computer. Between Cowboy songs, Christmas songs, and 60s hits, I'm set. I can watch Hallmark romance movies, very formulaic but comforting, when I am lonely, and I can use my imagination to picture a world that I fit in.
I follow the career of a certain singer, who is a really good singer but still singing in pubs, so I can dream of good fortune for him. He really should apply for one of those national talent shows. He's that good. Last year, he did a sequence of Christmas songs, so I can also listen to those and feel good.
But, no one ever taught me what to do about being hooked on Tortuga Rum Cakes. I have an almost uncontrollable desire to eat Tortuga Rum Cakes for every meal, in place of my regular modulated diet. I'm still skinny, but I won't be for long if I let my self control go.
It's pretty bad when you wake up in the morning and the only thing you want to eat are Tortugas. What do you think you would like to eat for breakfast? Uh, Tortugas...of course, when I am eating them, I am thinking of Johnny Depp and his drunken pirate...it's all good, but I'd like my Christmas stocking full of Tortugas.
I want the rest of my time on Earth to be filled with service. It's difficult to implement, but I have decided that if there were only one tiny thing per month that I did, it would be satisfying. Like, the one starfish that got thrown back. You all know that one.
Well, okay. Planning to vote no to Republican wet dreams on September 14th. That's another September event that is a must. That along with my new Christmas start date. And my shot...
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EGGNOG! 
Yup, usually I find it around Halloween.
Oh, and Mannheim Steamroller Christmas music.