Chris Erskine: The January blahs are a thing. I kind of like them.
In January, a house is a million little things. The kettledrum thump of the furnace kicking on. The burned coffee smell when you yank the pot out a little too early and the last few drips sizzle on the heating plate. The booming echo of a shower door.
Add in quirky people, quirky traits and you get the full family symphony. Not a good symphony. Just three movements, all out of tune.
People, eh? We live in stubborn, caustic times.
