Post-Christmas Drivel

Once again, I’m just grabbing the keyboard and just typing away on this one.

Finally, this holiday season is close to coming to an end.  I’m pretty much looking for everything to return to normal, so that life can resume.

Work will soon return to some state of normalcy.  People are still on vacation.  The air outside is still cold, at least for the region.  I’ll likely still be wearing some kind of jacket or sweatshirt, because I still struggle to regulate my body temperature after the weight loss.

Serena barely texted me this past extended weekend.  Maybe it’s the illness?  Maybe it’s something else?  Truly, I don’t know and I can’t readily say for sure.  Whatever.

I sent Nina a Merry Christmas text message and as of this writing, I have yet to hear from her.  Is she still alive?  Did she die since I last texted her on her birthday this past October?  Again, I truly don’t know.  A couple of years ago, she suffered a stroke, so it is entirely possible that she had another one.

I also sent April a text message, wishing her a Merry Christmas as well.  The pattern of people not texting me continues and I have yet to hear from her.  Maybe I need to check in with her by calling her work phone?  I don’t know.  I have zero reason to think that April suffered a stroke.

I need to stop caring as much as I do.  People can’t be bothered to respond to my text messages and I need to get that through my thick skull.  Now in Nina’s case, if she happened to die in these last two months, well then, she obviously gets a pass.  I know it’d be wholly unreasonable to expect that my deceased ex-girlfriend send me a text message.

I went to work today, in an effort to return to normal and I think I was productive.  All I did was write, which I thoroughly enjoy, so it’s difficult to consider it “work”.  Come tomorrow morning, I’ll be right back at it 5am.  Again, that’s my normal.

In continuing with this ramble, I’ll speak briefly on the coming new year.  I don’t know what to expect in 2024.  I think I’ve reached a point in my life where I just don’t care anymore.  I don’t have any goals, any plans, any expectations, nothing.  As far as I’m concerned, it’ll just be another year of work, gaming, and whatever the hell else may fall in between.  I’m pretty dull in that regard.

I need to be getting to bed soon, so that I can get up in time for my 5am start at work.  I’m hoping to be productive tomorrow, though that’s pretty much how I start every workday.  Whether I reach that level of productivity always remains to be seen, but at least I can say that I try.  I give it my best shot most days.

Life is just grand.  Whatever.  I just don’t care.