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One of my all time favourite British comedy shows has to be The Two Ronnies. At the end of each show usually they'd sign off the first Ronnie saying "It's goodnight from me." And the second Ronnie saying "And it's goodnight from him." I'll always remember that line. And that's kind of how I'm feeling as we begin this new year when it comes to social media. I think I'm going to give it a toss. Why? On Facebook I'm a little fatigued and overwhelmed when it comes to pictures and videos of co-called "cute" cats. My God, a cat's a cat. I know what they look like already and I'm aware of their moods. Why do you think I got rid of mine? Then there are the folks that keep telling me what they're eating complete with so-called "yummy" pictures. People please, you really eat that stuff? Then don't you dare share pictures of it leaving your body. Some of those things probably turn into rocket fuel once

For reasons that will soon become apparent, I missed the deadline for PJ's last Photo Blogger Challenge . But as I sit here in the Canadian deep freeze of -23C I think you'll appreciate my delayed efforts with respect to the prompt Tis the Season . The season started out normally enough with a bit of a snowfall. I got the outdoor lights up just prior to our first dump of the white stuff. And then my wife and I gave all that up and escaped to Panama for two weeks where it was over 30C every day. We golfed. We spent a lot of time at the beach. And we enjoyed the gorgeous sunrises. So that's why I'm late this month. Are you feeling sorry for me yet?

Well, I didn't hit 100 but I sure came close. After reading 7 books in December when all was said and done I'd read 98 books last year. Like the other months last year, December had it's highlights including books by Augusten Burroughs, Rachel Joyce and Stephen King. In Dry Burroughs, who wrote the biographical Running With Scissors about his dysfunctional upbringing, again returns to his own life in a very humorous look at a very serious subject: addiction. The Love Song of Miss Queen Hennessy was a simply delightful read about the woman at the centre of The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, itself a wonderful page-turner. And finally, what can one say about Stephen King that hasn't already been said. In Revival King returns to form as an intriguing story teller who lulls you in then hits you with a brick in the face near the end. Here are the books I read: Dry -Augusten Burroughs ***** Brian Jones: The Making of the Rolling Stones - Paul Trynka **** Sp