Having

Having a glass of egg nog.  Reminds me of happier times -- and the feel of arms around me.  Buying "Scarred" by Johnette Napolitano with an iTunes gift card.  Listening.  Her voice is like a deep French kiss after a shot of smokey tequila.  Pre-tired thinking of tomorrow.  It doesn't matter.  The Merlot, earlier, reminded me of what it always does.  Nice to linger in that sense-image for a while.  I have a black fedora, now.  Got my alarm clock set for two.  It will be good to go flat on the futon.  Christmas already seems like it happened about a month ago.  I was happy, this time last year.  Guess I should sleep.  Still thinking of the butterfly dreaming he is a man.  Flutter by.