Cincinnati: The city where shit is always blowing up

I took this photo out my office window yesterday. Beauty, eh? Some warehouse down by the river. Kaboom. Shoulda heard the sirens, you'd have thought we were under a missle attack. That's I 75 in the middle of the picture, there.

I don't have any pictures of the mosque bombings that happened in town today. I was kind of surprised that it didn't make the national news. Politics and the transit strike (oh you poor New Yorkers, I do not envy you now) took top priority.

I know I've been quiet lately. I don't have much to say. I've been non-unhappy, which is kind of nice. Had some strange dreams, but nothing too notable. I'm happy to see the current administration struggling against the flames encroaching from all sides, though unhappy it has to come at such a price.

I'm feeling good about Christmas. I'm finished shopping. M is out in the wilds of capitalism on steroids (a.k.a. Cincinnati Mills Mall) right now finishing his up. I'm sitting home with the Christmas tree behind me all lit up and purdy. The dogs are wrestling on the floor. I'm drinking ginger tea. It's nice. It's quiet.

We're thinking of adding a chihuahua to our coterie of beasts. Hell, what's one more at this point?

I have slight apprehensions about the holiday that involve my brother's wife. We got her a decent gift, and I think we'll probably outgift her. I have no idea. I am trying my darndest to let those apprehensions go, and to just enjoy the time I have with non-crazy (well, non-mean, anyway) family. It'll be a challenge not to go all angstballistic, but I might be able to pull it off. We'll see.

I've been doing yoga. I think it is helping my sanity. I used to do it a lot, like for an hour or more every day, but I got away from it. Every now and then I get back into it and it helps me through whatever. Right now I'm trying to get M to do it more. He is not graced with a lot of natural flexibility and balance, but I think there is good potential for him to become more flexible. He got into a headstand the other night, which was good since we've been working on that for a couple weeks. I think he gets frustrated watching me stand on my head and twist into all sorts of weird shapes when he can't do it. I was born double-jointed though and remind him of that when he gets frustrated that he can't do what I'm doing. My arms twist around 540 degrees. It ain't natural.

I'm going to watch anime and drink tea tonight. And have blankets piled on top of me. Really, what more could you want on the shortest day of the year?

Happy winter, btw. First official day today, you know.