Pavlovian Dog

I love the last month of the year. A month of joy and hope and closure and beginnings of new beginnings. A month of Christmas sales and shopping opportunities. And I can't wait to be up stage singing on Christmas eve with the rest of the choir folks. I feel good already.

It’s going to be fun. The cynical may say that I’m being overly sentimental and silly for equating a unit of temporal measurement to anything significant. And they’re right. I am being sentimental. And right again, the months and days and weeks are just temporal units. But for me, each month carries memories and things carried over from previous months from previous years. Each experience good or bad, helps colour each different month. And the most colourful of all the months is December.

So many good things happen in December. I bought my first ride in December. I had my very first date in December. I always had wild parties and fantastic jam sessions in December. My first fuck in December...errrr that was March, I think. So yeah, by association December is a great month.

Pavlovian much? Very.