Christmas is over, and New Year's Day, and all the pleasant if stressful round of parties and visits. Now the Goats of January come, to eat all the unwanted detritus of the past. Old ideas, old hopes, old failures, old despairs . . . down they go, into the transformative alimentary canal of the winter months and out the anus of the past.
It's January! A time to relax, take a break from self-improvement, and recuperate. Enjoy. Eat good food, watch good movies if you can find them, take some world-class naps.
I am with you in spirit.
Above: One of the eponymous goats. From the Morris Arboretum. I have a weakness for the word eponymous.