Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and such and such.
Yes, I could have posted such wishes in a more timely fashion, but that would have meant blogging while in the presence of family and friends.
Which seems to be the opposite of the idea. We hosted Christmas again this year, which means that my time is especially limited. Sitting in the living room plinking away on the keyboard is nothing short of dorky under the circumstances.
Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course.
New Year's is a little different, but there's a better-than-fifty-percent-chance that I'll be hacked off on New Year's, anyway. As is the case today (long time readers will know why--and while sports-oriented, it has nothing to do with the painful fact that my fantasy football team once again sucks like a bagless Hoover).
Still, the best from my family to yours for the coming year. Happy Epiphany!
A middle-aged husband, father, bibliophile and history enthusiast commenting to no one in particular.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
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Be reasonably civil. Ire alloyed with reason is fine. But slagging the host gets you the banhammer.