I’m sorry about my rant in yesterdays blog.  To be perfectly honest, I’m more sorry about having indulged in some inconsiderate ranting.  There was and is a grain of truth about how I feel within it.  Beyond that though, I ranted to shake myself up and switch gears.

I get sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.  Every once in a while, I have to stomp my feet, shake my head and start running in the opposite direction.  It dispels the ever deepening mire that I find myself wallowing in.  A rant helps.  Especially if it’s a rant that has absolutely nothing to do with the hoo-hah that I’ve imposed on my psyche.

Most people do this in the privacy of their own cars – on the way to work – with the radio up too loud.  I do it here – this year, anyway.

Yesterdays rant served its purpose.  It shook me out of my well-constructed funk.  Not that I’m all purposeful and filled with clarity, but hey whatever.  I’m getting on with it.

And, I still hate Christmas advertising in November.

Significantly,

Susan Scot Fry

Update… Sheepish confession – I have discovered more tolerance for Christmas hoo-hah before November.  I give credit to my rant.