The clock is ticking, back to work.

I always seem to forget that after December is about three more months of winter. And the first week of January is the toughest. The leftovers are gone, save the shitty drugstore chocolates filled with liqueur and guilt. My Christmas lights are still up, given that there’s a huge rainstorm raging outside, but it seems weird to turn them on. We took down the indoor decorations yesterday:

Back to normal. Back to work. I shall drink a nice cup of coffee and put on my glasses and fire up those Word docs and PDFs, one at a time. OK, go.

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