"Does it feel like Christmas to you?" I asked SM yesterday as we headed out to Kannapolis to go pick up the Nissan which had just received a brand new transmission.
"Not really...You?" SM inquired.
"No. It must be because we're older. Christmas is for kids after all."
"I'll just be glad not to see anymore car commercials on TV. Do people really run out and buy a new car for Christmas?" SM asked.
"I have no idea but I think you're right. By the time Christmas actually gets here you're so fatigued from all the run-up that it just turns into just another day off." I told him.
"What's your favorite holiday?" SM asked.
"Besides Saturday and Sunday?" I laughed. "Probably New Years and Thanksgiving. But Fourth of July is pretty neat."
"I like Easter myself." SM tossed in.
"Yeah...Spring flowers and new green grass." I mused. Can you tell I'm ready for Spring?
I thought about that conversation this morning as I did my laps around the neighborhood.
My life is pretty routine. As an adult, it's built mostly around my work which provides me with the kibble we need to have a home and all the accessories that modern living provides.
I'm starting to notice though that any time-off from work is starting to feel like a holiday and vice versa. I pretty much do the same things on a holiday that I do on a day off.
Is that just maturity or do I need to get a life?