OK, I’ll tell you!
The one wherein I proposed that I stayed in my house until January. Woody and I are still alive. Cold and bitter, but alive.
Every year I inadvertently end up taking between Rubicon and New Year off. I think it’s probaly good for us both. I have a long post in my head about why, but as is rampant in all areas of my life right now, motivation lacks. I assure you it’s insightful and brilliant.