That Time of Year

In the midst of sorting the recycling, I heave a huge sigh, and Katie comes in to the kitchen and regards me sympathetically.

"It's the saddest time of the year," she says, "but it will soon be over, and all of your sadness will disappear...."

"I'm not really sad," I say, "I'm just so angry."

"I know," she says in exasperation.