Black is black

It's 6:15 PM the day after Thanksgiving. This day is generally called Black Friday for the consumers ability to get retailers out of the red. I used to love this day and poured over the sale fliers with anticipation. Those were joyous days, waiting in hour long lines with other people buying electronics and talking picture frames and slippers. It was a sort of human bonding experience as you were forced to spend a good portion of time with strangers that were in the same frugal frame of mind. Gleeful with our $30 savings here and there and proud of our ability to brave this dying human event. With the internet being in it's teens now, more and more we trust it with our credit cards. In this modern Era, most shopping is now done online although a dying breed of Brick and Mortar shoppers still exist, much to my amazement. I did not participate in this ritual today, opting instead for a bit of self indulgence in the ways of just wandering about my house and gardens doing whatever felt right in the next moment. The dishes felt right, as they have been hiding since Tuesday's Thanksgiving and were beginning to smell. A nap felt right but turned into a bath instead. Tonight writing feels right, if I can get the words to come.....