Today is the Winter Solstice. I always thought of it as the shortest day of the year. That's not accurate: the darkest day is more precise. After all, the number of hours in the day don't change; the hours of daylight change.
It was a dark, dreary, rainy day. When I first took Lola out this morning, the ground was already saturated. Puddles were everywhere. Around noon I noticed that the rain had ebbed. I took Lola for a neighborhood walk.
CNN broadcasters alluded to the darkest day of the Trump administration. I'd say every day is a dark day in Trumpland.
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