Stupid December

 Here I am, smack dab in the middle of the craziest, busiest time of my life, and I almost didn't recognize the dark cloud.  I find myself going through all the self examination that a fabulous arm chair psychologist zebra would do without thinking.... let's see...   I don't write much anymore, so I'm not having writer's block... I take pictures several times a week and they're so awesome for the most part that I certainly can't claim any kind of creative malfunction... Christmas has puked everywhere I look.... oh.  Christmas.  It's December. 

It's been so long since I've let December grind on my nerves to the point that I needed to write... so long in fact, that I might have thought I didn't hate December anymore.... until this past week.  Turns out I still hate December, and yes, despite how many times I've written the date this past week, I wasn't ready for it. Not at all.
I won't bore you all with why... you've heard it all before. Usually when I finally acknowledge what is eating me up I can get through it easier, but I can't for the life of me understand why I don't EVER see it coming.  So... sorry about being an asshole.  Okay, not really.  But I'm sorry for being an emotional mess.  I'm on my way out of it.  By the time new years gets here I'll have taken my December angst out on some poor unsuspecting message board somewhere enough times that I'll be good for another year.

I miss you Rocky.  I know I know I know.... you don't ever get over it, you get through it.  So Here's to getting through... anybody with me?  Cheers!