Sunday Spo-bits

Good Sunday to you.

I think it is Sunday. Christmas was Thursday and I took Friday off, so Friday felt like Saturday and yesterday definitely felt like Sunday. I woke this morning with a sense it must be Monday but after some Sunday morning ablutiions (tea, ironing, and Einstein Brothers) it feels like Sunday – Sunday 2 I am calling it. These four days have been a bit of a blur. It must be what retirement is like: the days all the same. Most folks when given an extra day spend it doing more work or ‘catching up’ rather than sitting still and reading books. I may do the later but I am sorely tempted to do the former. Let’s see how Sunday 2 goes. 

I spent Boxing Day disassembling cardboard boxes for the recycling bin. In the garage is a pile high as Fafner’s hoard, the result of online shopping. Christmas generates a lot of trash, what with boxes, torn wrapping paper and food preparation.  We still have lots of leftovers which I hope to put in the freezer. We are bereft of containers as the majority are already in the freezer with older leftovers, many unidentifiable.  I think one of my 2026 New Year resolutions will be eat all the leftovers in the freezer. We have heaps. 

Someone gave me at Christmas new flannel sheets and a comforter and I’ve spent a lot of time of th weekend in bed feeling snug as a bug. The heat generated makes the room temperate seem gelid in comparison; it is hard to get up from it. One (meaning Urs Truly) is sorely tempted to just lie there, looking at the phone, finding means to delay getting up and going. One solution is to turn up the heat but Rationalists in the house say otherwise. 

In the upcoming week I plan to read my 2025 journal and compose my resolutions and prepare for the first at-home/not in Michigan NYE I’ve had in ages. One would think as I am home Someone and I ought to go out and whoop it up a bit but we are going to bed around 8PM these days so fat chance of that. I might start dissembling the Christmas things but then I might use Epiphany as an excuse to keep up for while. 

That’s about all I got. I lead a dull life. 2026 sees the twentieth year of Spo-reflections, can you imagine? I think I will ask The Board of Directors Here at Spo-reflections to give me a party or a raise or a new helmet mine’s getting rusty. What will 2026 be like I wonder? We shall soon see.