The cold weather did hit, and this wehere we get the comments about Texas weather from, it was 76 one minute and hour later the temperature had dropped by 30 degrees. Timed with the arrival of winter, by the astrology chart. I should make weather predictions.
But I despise the holidays. Good cheer? It seems that no one will consult his or her astrologer until after January 1. I’ve been in this business long enough to know that I’ll get the sporadic broken heart, wishing for a romantic miracle, and other than that, business is really slow, really, really slow, until January 1. The way I see it, if you ain’t got an Xmas present from me by now, you ain’t gonna get one. Way it is. My “discretionary” income (read: indiscriminate) pocket change is gone until then.
It’s not all bad, just because I’m digging through the plants on the patio, scrapping together the odd cigar butts, rolling them up in a newspaper (last week’s paper, no less) — I figure I’m getting a real unique blend of tobacco, a real cigar with Dominican, Honduran, the odd Cuban, and few other bits, I think one of them is from Sumatra, it makes for an interesting morning cigar. That’s why I save the butts out in the plants, I know this is a thin time of the year.
