It is foggy and raining here in the ATL…definitely *not* lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you…or anyone else. Where is it written that the Christmas music in stores has to start at the beginning of freaking November? I haven’t even made it through Thanksgiving yet. Poor Thanksgiving…it’s become a mere footnote in the saga of holidays, forevermore destined to be sandwiched between the recognition of last year’s Christmas and this year’s. Hell, Valentine’s Day gets more recognition than Thanksgiving, and it’s not even a real holiday! But I digress. I did my part to stimulate the economy today, by ...

…that you should stop while you’re behind, but you’re powerless to do so? Well, not powerless per se, but you don’t *want* to stop? You just want to keep plowing ahead, and you know for a fact that someone else will have to smack some sense into you, because you can’t do it yourself? Yeah, I’m in that spot now. I was there in June, and I’m here again now, and it’s so bloody ridiculous, but there it is. And now I’m going to bed, because I am quite done being cryptic. ...

So, it’s over. We have a black president, the first in history. It’s weird; I thought I would be totally indifferent to the fact. After all, I’ve worked so hard for quite a while to dissociate myself from black people at large, that I thought this event would have little effect on me, other than causing some consternation at a Dem in the White House. Should I find it odd that it took something like a black man being elected to the highest office in the land to make me start thinking that maybe all black men aren’t a) thugs, b) ...