Choo Choo
Jan 11, 20161 min
The novelty of the young year has yet to wear off, so even as I shiver under layers of sweater and cup my chapped hands around countless mugs of tea while the bleak midwinter wind challenges my beleaguered heater to another duel, I bask in the warmth of optimism and new opportunity. Just as Mr. Costanza announced his "Summer of George," I hereby proclaim this the "Winter of Choo." First orders of business: wrap myself inside a hot bath and catch up on some reading and some zees. Downtime is the scurf of productivity.