Words for today – friggatriskaidekaphobia or paraskevidekatriaphobia. A morbid fear of Friday the 13th. And there’s the third leg on the definition stool, triskaidekaphobia, or fear of the number 13.

I’m thinking, if you can spell those three words and say them quickly three times, then you’ll be on the road to recovery.

As we ramp up for four years of political WTF, it’s time to pause and laugh instead of wringing our hands about events we can’t control. It’s the bat-shit crazy stuff that rocks us off our equilibrium.

I’m convinced there’ll be a lot of sooth-saying, chicken-sacrificing and mood altering substance consumption when the news gets particularly hairy.

We can always find solace in the mildly absurd and I’m here to help.

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