A joyous season to you all.
No, I'm not signing off till the new year. For one thing, I have my final two books to log. And for another thing, in case you hadn't guessed it, I've got busy fingers that like to type.
So next week, if you're spending quality time with the family and things start to get to you -- and you're worried another visit to the eggnog trough might appear unseemly -- head on over to Mama Doppelganger's, where things may be dysfunctional, but from a nice, safe arm's length.
Till then, happy winter-mas.