The year of the....

I bet you guys thought I had hung up the spikes, thrown in the towel, called it a day, cashed in my chips, grated the Havarti, emptied the wheelbarrow and ironed my socks but I'm here to tell you I've done none of the above- even though my socks are curiously wrinkled and could use a nice iron. I refused to participate in an act with such grave metaphoric implications.

It is now 2006, the year of the...anticlimatic post ellipsis conclusion. Expect countless more instances throughout the calendar year.

So much more to come. Thanks for sticking around. I've missed you all more than you could ever know.