So here we sit. Two late aircraft. One is pushing 2 hours late.
It amazes me sometimes.
I have the Christmas Spirit of the President of Iran. The
sooner it's over the better. It was almost painful decorating
the tree. I was so not into it. If I had my way, it would not
have been put up at all. We should just skip it this year.
It seems to me that it's all commercial now.
The weather continues to degrade, leading me to believe
that there may be problems later tonight. Normally we
get the diversions- not tonight.
It's been almost a week since I've gotten a full nights
sleep. Each night I wake up at about 0030, and lay
there hashing over the events of the last week or so.
This thing is eating me alive. I want to fix it, or find
a fix, yet all cures allude me. Perhaps it isn't meant
to be cured. Maybe this is something that needs to
die, and to be grieved. The whole deal is becoming
surreal. It's almost like I'm looking in on this disaster.
As I close, a comment that life isn't what it should be
seems to be fitting. It's just not worth it anymore.
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