So, it’s Christmas Eve here in suburban M’waukee. I have a laptop, a bottle of IPA, a four-foot length of fabric tape, and two black-furred golden-eyed cats who’re desperately interested in the immediately preceding. (They might well be interested in the IPA, too, but I ain’t gonna share.) Within arm’s length is an iPod that’ll provide music, should it be desired. Once the cats get bored, I have a fresh new Simon McBeath book to tide me over ’til the fire’s coals get cold. (Oh, yeah: there’s a fireplace.)
I can cope with this rather well. Here’s hoping the rest of you are having a similarly relaxed Statutory Holiday.