The holidays are upon us. Black Friday, Festivus, National Fruitcake Day...
For me, this would be a recipe for disaster. I only catch glimpses of happiness when I’m not looking for it. The harder I strive for it, the farther it flees.

I won’t be attending a gathering early next month; haven’t in a long time. Were I to attend, well, I just don’t have the energy to pretend anything. I’d be the one walking around with a Kleenex in hand saying “persistent hyposerotonergic lachrymosity” (yes, I would avoid the “D” word). Every once in a while I’d excuse myself to deal with “prefontal secretomotor innervation of the lacrimal gland.” “Don’t worry; I’ll just be a few minutes. Keep on partyin’!”

Dear Kebsfroggy, may happiness find you this season in spite of the season.