Sit tight. Iï¿½ve had an awful lot of emails to write and answer lately, and a lot of it has been book stuff, and while it’s all been good I don’t want my whole life to be just Book Stuff, because Gwen is totally right about how stunted and strange it makes you. I swear I have other things to tell you. Like I joined that gym I said I was thinking of joining! Uh-huh! I totally did! I’d tell you more except I didn’t go for like a month! Ha ha! Bet you can guess why! It starts with a “B”! Yeah. I really ought to develop that subplot of my life.
Speaking of single-mindedness one of the radio stations here in Chicago has been on an All Holiday Music All The Time format for weeks now already, which has felt a little weird to me, since Iï¿½m pretty sure the radio stations didnï¿½t used to kick into A.H.M.A.T.T. mode until a week before Christmas. And I live for that shit, because there is nothing like the way a constant stream of Christmas music with all its jinglies and ringlies and mincemeat assortment of fa la ho ho ho rum pum pum syllables can turn whatever activity you happen to be doing just before Christmas into a cherished holiday memory, such as totally slacking off work because itï¿½s almost Christmas! and getting your oil changed and finding the Jiffy Lube waiting room to be remarkably festive! So I worry about too much holiday music too soon, because what if I get too used to it and simply tune it out and my mid-to-late-December waking life loses the capacity to be lightly frosted with Christmasy goodness? So Iï¿½ve been saving my ears until now. And now I can talk about Christmas songs. In fact, I just might the rest of this week. Keep posted.