We are in a season in between. We do not know how to dress. When the morning we must prepare to go to the office, we do not know if we have heat, cold, whether in the office find even the air conditioning on throttle, if we have to flip-flops or boots axillary. Around who is already rumored in the corridors of course, is that time of the CA, or the Changing Cabinets. Two words that, taken separately, are not so bad, but put together, no article or preposition a bit 'scared. Fall into the category of BM, beach bags, but are not as reassuring.
Exchange Cabinets ... It will be the fact that summer is over, that winter comes, who returned between seasons. Will that influence has come, they are all cool and who is not infected at will. In short, all this bloody chaos autumn, this morning I see the first Christmas advertising. But how? I did not even resurrect the buried cotton wool, linen forgot to riaffezionarmi velvet. And these I speak of Christmas?
Built in the shot, after a moment of anxiety and panic. I thought, luckily there's still time for gifts. In fact every year there is still time. The problem is that you think there is still time until the arrival of the Thirteenth, when there is no longer time. When the panic stops us from thinking clearly and all ideas that come in are trivial, if not horrible. The problem is that the approach Christmas, even to those who ask us what we want, we have no idea what to say. Cerebral palsy and mental state Homer Simpson .
How is that possible? We have spent months wishing that the thing rather than another. A look in the windows, documents on the Internet about costs, models, shapes, sizes, discounts. And now nothing. But then why not enough time and do a Wish List (also siglabile WL or Wishlist LD), in which list all our needs? The make everything much easier, especially in terms of our psychological and our relatives / friends / colleagues, we are stressed and distressed by each other like crazed chickens severed heads .. Too gruesome?
