I couldn't sleep tonight. My bout of insomnia found me down at the park near midnight, drinking coffee from my thermos, and enjoying this warm December night. Fog had rolled in off the grand Chattahoochee. Halos of light circled each street light casting an eerie hue. The Cinematic Orchestra played on my mp3 player. All was right in my little world. I sat in the dark for the longest time as a few lonely cars paraded past on the highway. I felt so alive and vibrant.
Talked to Clara last night. She was in good spirits. The sober life is treating her well.
"We're still having our Christmas Eve date, right?" she asked.
"Can it be the eve of Christmas Eve?" I said. "I promised Joyce I would cook a meal Christmas Eve."
"Okay," Clara replied, sounding disappointed, but still excited.
"How are you, doll?" I then asked.
"Oh, I am okay I guess," she replied. "I work all the time and don't have much time to myself. I try to stay busy. I miss you. I miss our friendship."
"I miss you, too," I said. And I did miss her something terribly.
We finally said goodnight and I hung up the phone. Right before bed, Joyce came over to see my Christmas tree.
"Oh, I just love it!" Joyce exclaimed. "I want one now."
"Let me know and we will go get you one," I replied. "I will help you decorate."
"How much did it cost?"
"Only thirty dollars for the tree," I replied. "And the tree stand was twenty dollars."
I think Sunday will find Joyce and I down at Ponder's Nursery buying a Christmas tree. This Christmas spirit can be so contagious.