• Where Have You Been Lately?

I took a sort of sabbatical, if you will.  There’s a time of year that starts right before Thanksgiving when I need to crawl into a metaphorical, and by the feel of my basement apartment literal, hole, and not face the specter of my shadow until well after the passing of the day commemorating the wing-ed demon of the formerly earthly Saint Valentine, with his lone, weaponized baby-minion.  But I run on.  I would liken it to an emotional hibernation, when, like a bear, I exist, I breathe and move and metabolize, but I’m not what you would call “alive”.  You may be thinking, “gosh, and miss all the bustle and family and excitement of the season of joy?” to which I say, “Exactly.”  You see, I have the unique circumstance of writing jokes about these very holidays at assigned times throughout the year, and by so doing help people connect with others for whom they care enough to acknowledge on a real and emotional level through the use of quick and gentle yet pointed humor.  And a few months of this triggers the feelings dirt nap.  But now I’m back, and unlike the bear, I have no urgent need to kill.  Did it snow?