Ah, this is insane. I hate the end of the year, I really do. I had a very busy November, but for some reason I thought that December would somehow be better—apparently having forgotten my experience each and every year for the past decade. Yes, December is a time of craziness, with people running around trying to get things done before a completely arbitrarily determined date.
Anyway, I’m not going to complain about how much I have to do, because 1) it’s not really all that interesting to read a list of complaints and 2) I don’t have the time at the moment. But I do want to say that I am still alive, if only barely, although it may be a little while before I get to post anything of substance here. I will try to pop in every now and then with an interesting note, but full-fledged journal entries may have to wait a bit.
Ten days to Christmas, a little over two weeks to the end of the year... to everyone who knows exactly what I’m talking about: hang in there. I’m sure we’ll make it through.