The "day job" has it's advantages: regular pay, easy schedule, the benefit package, etc. It's been nearly twenty years now of the same-old-same-old. Yet, I still enjoy it. Mail in. Mail out. And… start from scratch the next day.

Nearly twenty years with the Postal Service. Sigh. Been at it long enough that some of the "kids" on the route are now away at college, others are married. Some already divorced. Families come. Families go. Nowadays, at least on my route, almost a third of the families move once a year. I have quite a few condos and rental properties on the route, so that explains some of it. It doesn't make things any more reassuring. It simply helps explain it.

I'm old enough now to say, "I remember when…"

The Holidays are a hectic time at the Post Office. The hours tend to be longer. The drain of the cold weather on the body - a little more apparent as the years go by. But, once the rush is over, it's "another year in the bag," and then comes January: IRS forms, Publishers Clearing House mailings, and the flood of third class magazines that were warehoused. In ways, January makes December seem like December in July. (Don't think about that too much. I'm not too sure what it means - it just sounded good.)

The good thing about this time of year is I can get the woodburner going and cozy down to some web work. It's time to catch up on all that was procrastinated on these past few weeks.