On the last two weeks of Advent...

I really like Christmas. I like the food, the decorations. All the lights, parties, some of the music (although "Little Drummer Boy" has got to be about the most insipid song ever written), hot sweet drinks that I normally wouldn't touch. Cold, thick sweet drinks that I normally wouldn't touch. Etc.

However, as Christmas approaches and the level of activity leans towards the fever pitch, I begin to think of how nice it would be to be on some tropical island, listening to gamelan angklung or gong kebyar (OK, it is not just "some" tropical island, obviously), and eating curry. Then, we could return for Christmas on the 23rd, just in time for the holiday.

Well, the cold weather has something to do with it. When is global warming going to kick in? Did someone forget to pay the bill?