Saturday, December 31, 2016
Today's OneWord: Simmer
As the brew that was 2016 began to simmer in the cauldron, I began to wonder if any of it was edible. Normally, people reacted differently to the annual stew - some loved it, some hated it, some even got sick from it. This time, however, felt different. I ladled up a good amount of the stuff from the pot and watched the steam rise from the metal. I inhaled the fumes, and suddenly I felt inclined to punch the nearest party guest in the face.