Happy Holidays “There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody’s expense but his own.” Herman Melville As the rhythmic tick and tock of holidays fade, like OCD worked corduroy or a disastrous cherry Kool-Aid spill -- the evidence of skid marks combine with shiny patches of spackle throughout the house and soul to become nothing but the history of dead repairs and hard feelings, stored away in luggage of the never to be touched again, until the next year. And that’s just the inside stuff. Do I seem like someone you should be that comfortable with? This thought comes up every holiday and although to me the answer seems obvious, I don’t think many others get it. I get fat in the fall to store up enough energy to survive this – m