Well, we made it. In the span of 48 hours, we have once again moved from a world in which the prospect of finding fresh oregano at the store is laughable to the moment, right now, in which there is an abundance of any herb you might desire. What a relief, eh?
In any case, here’s a thought-provoking little graphic. I’m not sure what the distinction could possibly be between “Alone” and “I do not plan to celebrate“, except perhaps one guy is alone in his underwear under a naked 40-watt bulb nibbling on some cranberry sauce whereas another is having a Hot Pocket. As for “Other“, in this day and age, God only knows.
