All the holidays.

We had guests over for dinner for the first time since the outbreak of the Chinese Death Virus (a.k.a. Wu Han Flooey, #1 Super Die). We decided to throw caution to the wind and dine together without masks in our home. I hope Governor Sonny doesn't hear about this.

A good time was had, although prior to the good time my wife and I expended a tremendous effort getting the dog hair wrangled and out of here. As another friend said a few months into the quarantine, "We haven't panic-cleaned for a while, and it shows."

Prior to the panic-cleaning, I ran out to the supermarket for some last-minute needs. And there I encountered the topic of today's post.

If I asked you to eat a third of a pizza, you'd probably think it would make a solid meal. And yet the last third of the year has to be shoved forward in the interest of commerce. It's August, but Halloween is everywhere:

One of several spoooky displays

Oh, but that's not enough. A little farther down that same aisle, Thanksgiving was already in play.

Turkey + Pilgrim hat = Thanksgiving joy

But then, in the cleaning aisle:

The politically correct pests at Procter & Gamble have already released their Febreze "Holiday Collection." At first you might think this is just Halloweenish, because of the presence of Harvest Pumpkin in the Peter Brady position, and possibly the Apple in the Carol Brady and Alice spots. I say nay nay! The Cranberry in the Jan and Cindy positions (and as a car freshener in Greg and Marcia) declare it's Thanksgiving, and the Vanilla in Mike Brady's spot and the Pine in the Bobby corner shout Christmas. They've bunched all the holidays together so they can use the same display for the next four months.

Worst of all, it's working. In the Mike slot we see a Linen-flavored Febreze; some shopper clearly saw the display and made an impromptu switch to a Vanilla.

It's still summer for more than three weeks. I know we'd all like 2020 to be over, as if it would somehow put all the Chinese illnesses and rioting and looting and squabbling and idiocy behind us and usher in the Age of Aquarius or something, but let's enjoy the moments we have. We'll be freezing our collective tushie off up here soon enough.