Dec 23, 2004 15:16
My, the District of Columbia becomes an utterly different place this time of year. Twinkling lights, garland of every possible color and persuasion...the place is possibly overflowing with cheer. It warms the heart, in a sort of forced Dickensian way.
At the moment, beyond the usual round of exhausting galas for which my staff gleefully volunteer me, my Yuletide schedule is quite perplexingly blank. One of the hazards of confirmed bachelordom is that at the end of the day, you truly are alone. And not in the voluntary Greta Garbo sense, either.
"I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept."
Funny how it's the terminal drunkards who exhibit the most understanding.