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It's the End of the Year as We Know It

Yeah, I've been binge-watching Colbert. Also eating. Eating like the Nazis are coming. (Are they?) I feel like I can't get full no matter how much I eat. The other day, I decided I needed to build some muscle for all the shoveling and wood hauling I will have to do this winter. (My husband blew up his knee chopping wood and cannot do physical labor for at least two months.) I put on fitness gear, turned on a workout video, and started to warm up. I looked at myself in the mirror, saw with alarm that I could already see my ab muscles, shut off the video, and went into the kitchen to eat cookies. HOW WILL I SURVIVE 2017 IF I AM SKINNY? I look out the window, see the chubby squirrels making their winter nests, and I envy their fluffy little butts.

This is the time of year when I would normally re-post my "Keep Saturn in Saturnalia" meme. But now it makes me think of Burlusconi and fascism, and it's not funny.

Or I would post some "Merry Christmas" message, because I celebrate Christmas in all its folk-pagan-Christian complexity. But now "Merry Christmas" has turned into some kind of secret handshake for Those Who Are Dreaming of a White Christmas (wink, tip of the pointy hat).

How about hope for happiness in the New Year?

HA! "Happy" is not one of the things I can hope for anyone to feel as we approach the inauguration of Ronald McBlumpkin with his spank dreams of nuclear weapons proliferation.

So... I will just leave you with the Christmas card my family sent out this year, which avoids the now politically loaded or emotionally untenable words "merry" and "happy."

I hope it brings you joy.

I would say "Feel free to pin," but I already did. Come see me on Pinterest.


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