Semi-Daily Scribbles

Lynda shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she listened to a tinny rendition of "Angels We Have Heard on High" coming out of a battery operated tree topper wedged among the magazines at the checkout line. It was a really long line and an even more annoying song that played over and over and over. No one, Lynda included, did anything to power down the angel ornament with the Casio keyboard rendition of the carol coming out of the top of its head. Lynda looked down at her spool of gold colored thread and carton of soy nog and wished she felt a bit more merry and a little less weary as the countdown to Black Friday commenced.