While we were perambulating in our local Target, the Spousal Unit pointed out how, as the holidays approach like a cloud of passive-aggressive killer bees, stores start promoting liquor at first more, then more, then OH MY GOD THOSE PEOPLE ARE COMING MAKE ME NUMB IMMEDIATELY. “It makes a great gift!” they say. Yes, but for WHOM?
“Correct use of the interrogative objective pronoun! Take a drink!”
I mention this because the high holidays truly are the rectal exam of any year: necessary, perhaps, but it’s hard to know how to present oneself. Should I tidy up a bit, or would it be better just to leave things as-is so the guest gets a better idea of what’s really going on? This is probably why booze is so popular for either occasion—it introduces a certain “FUCK IT” attitude. (Use with caution during rectal exams, obviously.)
Anyway, the holiday season—November, to be exact—is also the time for National Novel Writing Month, aka NaNoWriMo, aka 50,000 words or bust, aka Wanna write? Then write!