Christmas tree in the lobby of the Willard Intercontinental Hotel, Washington, D.C., 2:54PM December 24, 2014.
It so doesn't feel like Christmas what with the way it "snuck up" on me and, related to that, my work and life schedule.
The weather sucks -- now just clearing after the rainy spell with rather mild temperatures reaching 55F today.
The following is thinking out loud:
But more importantly for this entry, I am not sure I'm going to go to Buffalo with Gary for the four day trip. At this point, I just want to stay here. The lack of any snowfall there for Christmas has removed a key reason to go. Yes, I get the fact that it is a city in its own right with things to do (read: the Allentown neighborhood) and folks who are, by and large, more friendly than here in D.C.
But the idea of schlepping to National Airport with my old duffle bag on Christmas morning -- that walk down U Street, the Metro ride, going through airport security -- just to put myself on a jet to travel to a place to which I have no connection, the entire trip centered on eating and, maybe even more centrally, drinking, just doesn't appeal to me.
Gary and I travel well together, but in this instance, I think it best if he just go on his own. Besides, he never wants for friends and would have a great time with or without me. In addition, I'll give him the remaining money that I owe him.
Trouble is, I have to send that text message stating that I have changed my mind about going, and I can't quite do that. So that leaves me in a real conundrum. I don't know what to do.
I just want to fall back asleep and get up at noon.