It’s a new day in America.







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It’s a new day in America, with people who renew.
It’s a new day in America, and I’m so grateful to all of you.

It’s a new day in America.







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It’s a new day in America, with people who renew.
It’s a new day in America, and I’m so grateful to all of you.

I believe that, after years of wounds, cruelty, injustice, and outrageous actions, my country may start healing today.
Let the healing begin.
Do you see any healing beginning in my latest images?










Let the healing begin in this memorial to COVID-19 victims from my nation’s Capitol, last night.
Let the healing begin in the comments section, below.
Thanks to all who let the healing begin, including YOU.

I always appreciate it when you come back to this blog, which today will start out with a definition of “comeback.”
come·back /ˈkəmˌbak/
noun
1. a return by a well-known person, especially an entertainer or sports player, to the activity in which they have formerly been successful.
“the heavyweight champion is set to make his comeback”
Similar: resurgence, recovery, return, rally, upturn, revival, rebound, fightback
2. INFORMAL
a quick reply to a critical remark.
“some of my best comebacks just go right over people’s heads”
I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s comeback of many well-known politicians to the activities in which they have formerly been successful. I’m also looking forward to the comeback of my country to the world stage.
Also, since I was very young, I’ve been known for my comebacks. Once, when a young man was telling me how wonderful he was and said, “You can call me God, for short,” I had this comeback: “Short for what — Godawful?”
Now it’s time to come back to my most recent images. Do you see any comebacks in them?































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Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire have had many comebacks, as you can see here:
I look forward to your comebacks in the comment section, below.
Thanks to all who come back to this blog, including YOU.

For the last four years, I’ve been complaining about the U.S. President and the enablers of his outrageous behaviors.
I’m looking forward to not complaining about our President, very soon.
Do you see any complaining in my latest images?













I actually did a little complaining to Michael about last night’s dinner, because (1) it was the second sandwich in a row and (2) it wasn’t pasta. As I said in my tweet above, I’m looking forward to more of that kind of complaining.
I’m not complaining about finding this video about complaining on YouTube:
I am complaining about my sleep pattern lately: I wake up way too early and have trouble falling back asleep. I’m hoping I’ll be doing less complaining about my sleep after the inauguration on Wednesday.
James Taylor is complaining in “Angry Blues.”
I won’t be complaining if you share some complaining in the comments section, below.
I’m so grateful for all who tolerate my complaining, including YOU!

Hey, cutie!
I’m writing today’s blog post for all of us who are not feeling particularly cute these days.
You are much cuter than you feel.
I’m not being cute — I know this because of all the years I’ve spent being a cute-enough therapist to many cute-enough people who have trouble realizing how cute they are.
Just last week, I was doing a remote therapy session on the phone with a cute-enough person who was feeling sad, depressed, and anxious about many non-cute realities.
Because I cutely and acutely know that shame and self-doubt often increase during crises, I suggested at the end of the session that, once a day, she look in the mirror and say to herself, “Hey, cutie!”
It was cute how dramatically her mood improved after I said this. I could hear the cute lightness in her tone when she promised she would try my cute prescription.
Hey, cutie! What do you think would happen if you tried that same cute prescription?
Hey, cutie! Do you see any cuties in my latest images?






























That last image shows my latest cute attempt to get more cute engagements on Twitter.
Hey, cutie! You’re still cute, no matter how many cute people engage with you on social media and elsewhere.
Hey, cutie! Here are the cute Turner brothers covering a cute Hank Williams classic.
Hey, cutie! Consider leaving a cute comment, below.
Hey, cutie! Many thanks to you and all the other cuties who help me create this cute blog, every day.

Throughout my life, I have looked for — and tried to create — supportive and loving places.
Last night, before I sang my new lyrics for “People are Strange,” I talked about supportive and loving places.
Do you see any supportive and loving places in my photos from yesterday?







Supportive and loving places are created by supportive and loving people and those are two of them: Joe, who is the MC of the Jam’n Java Open Mic, and Nat, who has appeared in this blog here, here, here, here, and here.
Nat sent me these supportive and loving messages after my performance:
Nat: So much fun!!! Sooooo on point. Some governmental agency should pay you to use that as a public safety announcement.
Me: You should be my manager!
Nat: Easiest management gig ever – your awesomeness promotes itself! You should put that on YouTube at least.
Me: I will!
And I did.
What are your supportive and loving places?
Gratitude and appreciation create supportive and loving places, so thanks to everyone, including YOU!!!








Last night, when I couldn’t fall asleep, I tweeted the question in today’s title. Much to my surprise, I got lots of answers, which helped me fall asleep.





How would you answer that question? What is helping you fall asleep this week?
Do you see anything in my recent images that would help you fall asleep?









The Daily Bitch is telling me that there are friggin’ reasons why I’m having trouble falling asleep this week.
Here’s “How To Fall Asleep In 2 Minutes” from AsapSCIENCE:
Hearing back from people helps me fall asleep, so consider leaving a comment below.
Finally, gratitude is helping me fall asleep this week, so thanks to all who read this blog, including YOU!

You’d have to be high (as we used to say back in the 60’s) not to be on high alert if you live in the USA.
I captured the following images when I was on high alert.















Some of those images put me on high alert to invite you to sign up for my Open Mic tomorrow, January 15, before the end of today.
https://www.signupgenius.com/go/9040b4eadaa23a2f49-jamn18
I’ll be singing my new lyrics to the Doors’ “People Are Strange” which I wrote when I was on high alert.
Here’s what immediately comes up on “You Tube” when I search for “high alert.”
It’s exhausting to be on high alert, isn’t it? Please be on alert for signs of support and gratitude.
Finally, thanks to all who’ve helped me stay alert through eight years of blogging, including YOU.

Classic readers of this blog might assume that this post is about new culinary classics created by my husband Michael, including dinner from last night.

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However, today’s post is inspired by my classic friend Peter, who sent me this yesterday …

… with the wonderful addition “Finnegan’s Cake.”
Here are my new culinary classics:
I look forward to seeing more new culinary classics in the comments section, below.
To help you think, here is music from Mushroom I mean A Room with a View.
Thanks to Peter, Lorie Ransom, and all the other classic and classy people who help me write these posts, including YOU.


Am I alone in trying to figure out where things are?
Where are things in my most recent images?














Because of where things are in my country, I’m considering hiding under the car.
Where did I find “Where the Wild Things Are”?
Where do you think things are, here and now?
No matter where things are, I am grateful for you, exactly where you are.
