I should write something.

It's been a pretty good holiday season, more tiring for all the Ian-wrangling, but more mellow in many respects. We traveled and did less this year, and Ian was charming and relatively meltdown-free during all this time.

This is the time for profound thoughts as one year ends and the next begins, but I seem to be in short supply. I can't wait for next year, when Ian will be a lot more invested in the holiday proceedings.

Take care, all.