Pappa wants a new pair of shoes...

Wouldn't want to bust up a surreal week with predictable doings, would we? Up early--earlier than usual, though I can't remember why--and from there the day became a blur. Client Christmas lunch, editing. Great weariness of body and spirit. They all figured in. Not a shot in hell I was making it to the gym after that glass of wine at lunch, but so go the holidays. Feel like a down and out gambler. Or fish bum. One more roll of the dice...one more cast. The next one's sure to hit. Yeah. Right.