We’ve kicked into overdrive at work so I’ve been putting in longer hours there than I’m used to by far, and as a result I’m exhausted and uncreative tonight. So, rather than try to come up with something witty, I will quote the new years’ wishes of one of my favorite authors, the estimable Neil Gaiman:
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Happy new year, folks.