I’ve got the blues. Woke up this way today. I’ve got the post-holiday, lonesome, emotionally disoriented, what the hell happened, Christmas can’t really be over and I miss my family so somebody just shoot me blues. I guess I get ’em every year. Do you? Does it seem like there ought to be a big black raven perched on the dull and desiccated, tattered stalk of your Christmas tree? Nevermore.

I make a big emotional investment in Christmas. I look forward to it all year long. It’s absolutely the high point of the year for me. And if you’re going to have a high point, I guess you’re doomed to have a low one. But OK, frak it. I’m going to shake it off now.

Somebody please stop by with a big box of endorphins. Or at least a very tight, protracted hug. I’ll be out on the bluffs in the winter sun.