Yesterday one of my alert readers pointed me to this pleasant article about poisoned potatoes. Fortunately, I didn't seem to suffer any noticeable effects from my bout with a controversial potato.
I keep telling myself that I'm fine. I'm strong. I can do this. And yet, I can see the water receding like before a tsunami, and I know it's gonna be bad over the next few weeks. January can't come fast enough. In the meantime, I need to make new happy memories. And I will, because I'm choosing happiness over the alternative.