The blues hovers

'Tis the season and all that.

The blues hovers.....almost out of reach but not quite....and then crash lands in your front yard and everybody driving by rubbernecks like crazy.....pretending they're looking at your Christmas lights but not really. I mean....there's the blues, and then there's the blues during the holidays....which is like the blues with Jose Canseco-amounts of steroids jammed into your ass. You think you can finesse it all with Peanut's specials and Vince Guaraldi music and work parties that offer open bars, but then the mornings come and your eyes have drilled holes into the ceiling you've been staring at in the dark all night long, and that's when you finally roll over and fall asleep....only to be awakened by the screeching of the alarm in what seems like 8 seconds later.