My car barely cranked this morning at 5:00 AM in the dark. It was 19 degrees outside. Don't ask me why I was up at such an ungodly hour. I couldn't sleep and I was out of cigarettes. I asked mom to put my cigarettes on the back porch the night before so I wouldn't wake them when I arrived.
It barely climbed above freezing today for the rest of the day. I so wanted to go watch trains, but was only down there for 30 minutes before the cold and chill chased me back to my car. I saw one mixed freight come rumbling by and that was it.
I did swing by Fat Albert's to see George and for coffee early this morning. He was all disgruntled to have to work on Christmas day. "Effing slave drivers," was today's catch phrase. Convenience stores seem to close for no one or anything. I spent a Christmas working at a convenience store once upon a time.
Dad's already asked me if I've received money in any of my Christmas cards yet. So far, I've received $40 dollars and I sure as hell ain't telling him. That is none of his business. He can't control everything in my life.