Basking in the Hallmark Halo
Consuming simple culture in dark times
I was going to write all about my Herculean (or Sisyphean) efforts to combat the November malaise that has settled upon me like a wet, gray blanket on a cold day.
Part-way through that exercise, I bored myself silly and didn’t like the whiny misanthrope I was fast becoming. Even the remedies I concocted to combat my sour …



