I usually spend the day before New Year’s reflecting on the various triumphs and numerous failures of the preceding twelve months. To my chagrin, however, that just isn’t possible this year—the pace of dealing with two kids is more relentless than I had dared imagine prior to the Grand Emprette’s birth. I’ll have to settle for cleaning my desk, paying off some lingering bills, and (if I’m lucky) making a beer run in preparation for that brief, peaceful interlude between Microkhan Jr.’s bedtime and midnight. Hope you have something far more raucous planned to mark the beginning of our next revolution around the Sun. See you back here at midweek.