Just a few months ago I lived in technicolour.
And now I live in a monochrome world.
Years and years ago we had a young friend of Jess' up for a sleepover, popped a Buster Keaton movie into the VCR for the kids. It was the first time Kim had ever seen a black and white movie.
"Did they live in black and white in the old days?" she asked me.
It cracked me up at the time.
Now I wonder if they did, if choices were clearer, if there was less ambiguity.
Don't mind me, I'm prone to the gloomies this time of year. I think it's from the short, dark, cold days and all the pressures that Christmas brings.
Yes, today I'm feeling decidedly Grinchy.
Tomorrow will be better, I'm sure.
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