Cold. And filled with the sound of Salvation Army bells. Duelling bells. Less than 50 feet apart. At my train station.
The one thing that puts the largest cramp on my Holiday season are those damn bell ringers that sit outside every store to put the guilt in you. You know the guilt. I don't need to tell you about the guilt.
I love Target because they don't let the bell ringers near. And I can be materialistic in peace, and buy my holiday goods without thinking of all those needy people out there that would benefit so greatly by my throwing wads of cash into the red bucket whenever I hear the sound of a bell. Yes, I love Target. I don't have to cringe and cover my ears and cry when I walk by.
Every evening from now until the end of poverty and hunger -- oh, I mean the end of the Holiday season -- I will have to wait for my train while listening to the merry sounds of bell ringers less than 50 feet apart trying to get the most donations. The bells aren't even tuned the same. One is slightly sharp.
And did I mention that it finally got cold here? Did I mention how much I hate the cold?
But other than that... everything is GREAT.