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You, dear human beans, give me hope. It’s my fervent hope that you give yourselves hope, too.
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You, dear human beans, give me hope. It’s my fervent hope that you give yourselves hope, too.
The cookies are eaten. The gifts are unwrapped. Our hearts are half-splendor, half-melancholy. Christmas is over.
It’s the time of year when we all want to believe in magic. We want to believe in Santa, and in snow that doesn’t cause traffic jams, and in finding a parking space within a mile of the mall. We want to believe in peace and love and goodwill, and tidings of comfort and joy. […]
Let’s get this out of the way first: “Hodie” is not the name of a current Tabby’s Place cat. We should remedy that. By the end of this post, I hope you’ll agree.
True fact: I am not only a daft, dunderheaded blogger, but also the Development Director (fancy word for Money Raisin’ Person) at Tabby’s Place. Also true: Jonathan pays me primarily for the latter.
There’s just one to go, my little goobers. Month, that is. But it may as well be a moment.
Nothing I could write here could possibly add to Jess’s words below. Thank you, thank you, thank you, extraordinary friend. — A.H.