One Shopping Day Left Till XMAS

Decent coffee this morning. Cup upstairs in bed about three thirty while finishing up everything in the August 29 issue of The New Yorker. Read the fiction short story and articles about the fiat dollar, tarot card art, piece about people gathering to update Wikipedia articles, letters to editor ... everything but theater, book, and movie reviews.
Coffee from the upstairs Keurig, which is not well stocked, so used a re-run cup plus a spoon of instant. Had it in my Hog Mug that Joe gave me years ago. On the side it reads “Harley-Davidson Classic Tank Designs Circa 1935.” Being one of my treasures, it’s kept upstairs and no one is allowed to touch it. 
Downstairs for the second cup of coffee and breakfast: one slice whole wheat bread, smear mayonnaise, slice fresh pineapple, folded over. Just like the good old days.
The Good Old Days were not reality, they were just a short time of my growing up years to remember passing through; everyone looks back on the good old days, and they’re different for each person and shift depending on subject fondly recalled. Years hence, this morning will be The Good Old Days for someone. Anyway, in the good old days when the Christmas Season didn’t start before Halloween, the Panama City News Herald used to have a tiny cartoon in the lower right hand corner of the Front Page starting the day after Thanksgiving, counting down each day. Christmas Eve, one shopping day ‘til XMAS. Certainly hope they have a Whitman’s Sampler left at Walgreens.
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