I entered this calendar year with some fear and trembling. It’s likely to be bumpy. On New Year’s Eve, chopping shallots for our oysters, I found myself reflecting back on memories from 2016, a very bad year in which I found myself, for the first time in my life, establishing personal rules to keep from drinking too much. I can’t quite remember the details now. Should I have written them down? We seem to be headed back into that maelstrom of posturing, backstabbing, gaslighting, and deceit.
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