I refuse to use autofill. The software my company has chosen is honestly pretty good at finishing some of my sentences before I get there, but I still type it out to the bitter end. Forever!

As per usual lately, we were in and out of the Cities during our recent holiday visit. I did carve out a few moments though to have one last drink at the Red Dragon. Amusingly, the guy behind the bar was there for my 21st birthday. Shook his hand and said thanks for the memories (which may be fuzzy depending on how much Wondrous Punch you've had). Gonna miss that place.

We've had similar discussions lately about pets, but our old cat will be 18½ in the very near future. He's arthritic as hell (which is tough since we have a split level) and hasn't been eating much lately. Still, I haven't really entertained any "final" options. I hope I know, for his sake, when the time is right.

Jane likes a particular type of plug-in air freshener they sell at BB&B and their holiday scents were on sale. According to the label, my bathroom now smells like Hanukkah.

Some of us may have enjoyed more vacation than the others, but the party ends tomorrow.

I probably don't want to know how much mayonnaise was drunkenly consumed by U of M students last night.

Why are they so expensive!?

While I vaguely know what the date is, I have no concept of what day it is right now. Those holidays in the middle of the week really screwed with my internal chronometer.

All right, let's do this I guess.

We've made it to the end of the year, citizens. I hope your year was a good one, and here's to an even better year this next go-round.