Black Friday Blech

I come to this today not really knowing quite what to write. This weekend is to be dedicated to work on the novel, for me.

For Rachel, it was Black Friday. She had the fun of getting up at 2:30 a.m. to go off to work on Black Friday. What fun! It's something I confess I don't understand, this urge to go shopping at 4 in the morning. To me, it sucks the joy out of the holidays.

It's good that the shoppers were out in force, I suppose. I'm all for consumers getting the economy going again. Of course, I do wonder why folks are so eager to get to the mall with so many people out of work. Still, it's good.

But whatever floats your boat, I guess. If you like camping in a parking lot overnight to get that must-have plasma TV, more power to you. I myself will stick to online shopping and last-minute sales, or maybe I'll do some shopping in New York when I'm there.

I do have to say that the older I get, the less of a charge I get out of Christmas shopping, and Christmas presents. The more I look forward to the contemplative moments of Christmas Eve, the singing of Christmas carols by imperfect voices, and the gathering of the family Christmas day. 

Those are the presents I care about.