I’m hoping I get more than coal in my stocking tonight.

Getting in the holiday spirit.

I am so disappointed in Republicans’ kowtowing to god-awful nominations. Someday they will face the judgment of their cowardice.

Luxuriating in my Trump Detachment Syndrome. Looking for rainbows in life. And wondering whether I could possibly stand attending the 50th class reunion of the 1975 Columbia School of Journalism now that I’ve abandoned news.

I for one am happy Biden pardoned his son. The moon will still rise. The sun will still shine. And Trump will still do far more horrible things.

Blue sky with rainbow. Looking for possibilities.