Feeling sort of...

Somber, that's how I feel right now. Perhaps its a seasonal thing, that parallels the cold and grey skyline of the City as I look out of my bedroom window in the morning. I feel myself falling into the abyss of Christmas, not so much the inane predictability of it all, but a sense of emptiness, perhaps its my thirteen shifts in a row!, think I am being taken advantage of there, but then rush home to what exactly?, a quiet  echoing house, that should be full of family, a ship without its crew. I feel a sense of unease. Got home from work, washed and waxed the MG charged up her battery, to go where now?.
                                                                           Last night I should have nipped into Town if only for therapeutic reasons for a much needed Pint, but after a busy day at work I thought it to damn cold, somebody give me a  reason!; that said I am not quite ready for my pipe and slippers!, Christ no!. I think there's something missing here.