I’m not sure how you’ll be able to go on, let alone me!
But I’ve accrued two more weeks off and I’m seizing them in order to take a chill pill, deal with some stuff, and try to flush clichés like that out of my system.
I’ll be posting my column this Wednesday, but otherwise, I’m hanging as low as a Republican’s scrotum, so be sure to check in and make sure I haven’t faded away from the lack of public dishing, like that other big fairy, Tinkerbell, would without applause.
Pray for me. Or do something on your knees for me.
And brace yourselves for a deep-dish December that will warm the holiday treat right out of your pie tin.