Going to Cahoot's to do yet more work for work, and then no plans until NYE party. There will be a guitar, flannel, and spider-schnapps. I can say no more.

Can't get the Gourds' version of "Gin and Juice" out of my head.

Failed to read my weight in books this year (only about 85 pounds, by my reckoning), but that's good enough for me.

In the immortal words of Red Green - I'm pulling for you - we're all in this together.