After waiting for the end of the world it was Solisticemas

I think I did feel some stillness in the dark night, some alcohol-fueled joy.  The puppet show was wonderful as always.  But these holidaze felt heavy.  The oceans are melting, overflowing, drying-up and polluted. 

Maybe it was all the treats I ate.  Maybe it's that too many are broke and broken, or the general tension I feel when forces square off rather than join together.  I forgot and left behind things, but I was early enough to go back for what was necessary.   I shopped too much, but gave some gifts that seemed well-received.

My two sons were brotherly.  I had a chance to be motherly.  I also got to be the cool Aunt while not officially mourning my two cool Aunts who left the world this year.  My dog is dying, maybe that is where the blue mood comes from.

Surprised that this article resonated with me, but I guess I like Maureen Dowd better than Jack Bogdanski.

Today there is a Kwanzaa celebration in City Hall.  Full moon tomorrow.