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Creatures of Habit

January 7, 2008 - Bill Speer
Sometimes the little things in life mean the most. Today my bones ache and muscles are sore, but Christmas officially has come and gone. The trees are down, the stockings stored away and ornaments carefully packed until 11 months from now. Taking advantage of the unseasonably warm weather, even the dreaded outside Christmas lights are stored away for another season. It was a weekend of work, but I am pleased. I look around and the house looks back in order again. Not that I object to the Christmas decorations, mind you, but they seem to interrupt my comfortable (some might argue mundane) home environment for a month. I'm sure you understand. The recliner has a certain location it needs to be to properly view the television, not a foot to the left to accommodate the Christmas tree. Life is back to order for me today. All is at peace in my world. Christmas has disappeared and my life seems to have new purpose. Things seem cozy again, and my routines and rituals have returned. Some might call it a rut. I don't care as I stroll over to the recliner, where I soon will fall asleep snoring. Some things never change.


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