Today is a day in limbo. Not the limbo that resides somewhere in the middle of the metaphysical triangle whose corners are Heaven, Hell and Purgatory, but the limbo that exists in the week between Christmas and New Year’s.
Nowhere else in the United States calendar do two holidays exist so close together. Not just any holidays, but two of the biggest, two that each take up at least a day and a half, celebrating not just the days themselves but also their “eves.” And this year it’s particularly acute, since the holidays proper are on Tuesdays, so the Eves are on Mondays, so the holidays make additional grabs to see what of the weekend before they can also eat up. And this year we even tossed in that whole “the world’s going to end” thing on the Friday before Christmas because of an idiotic misunderstanding of the Mayan calendar.
Party like it’s 1999 indeed.
So where am I going with this? Nowhere. Actually God told me I should take the week off. He says practically nobody in the U.S. is getting anything accomplished this week. But I said, hey, I should write something.
So, um, something. Well, Happy New Year!