Sometimes, we just need a hearty helping of sap to get us through.

Writing this, the impending New Year a huge question mark in my head, the TV is on as background noise. Specifically, The Bridges of Madison County.
Yep, I’m “sort of watching” the filmed version of the roundly shat-upon Robert James Waller novel about the love affair between an Ohio farmer’s wife and a just-blew-into-town-for-a gig, National Geographic photographer.
I often rewatch films that I find comforting. Knowing that Meryl Streep is going to ease in and out of her Italian accent (her character is from Italy dontcha know) and Clint Eastwood is going to adapt his most pained expression ever…comforts me.
I credit the “known and familiar.” As we ease into a New Year on the helm of the worst fucking year ever.
I still think the farm-frau should have left with the photographer. Too late now.
