Goodbye, year.


It's been a lazy last day of the year, as so many days-after-Mayhem turn out to be. We do our best to stick it out until the new year; most of us, it would seem, are going to make it--and the rest will at least be reawakened in time for goodnight kisses. And I, myself, begin crafting resolutions to re-stoke my quiet and creativity as we turn the calendar yet again.

Happy new year, my friends.