The week between Christmas and New Year’s Day is a strange time of wondering whether we’re in one long holiday or in-between two. I’ve heard it called the “Witching Week,” and I like that. We’re mostly free of the tyranny of work, and the fridge is full of various classes of leftovers so we don’t have to cook for a few days. It almost feels like this interstitial period doesn’t count against our lifespan.
Another Year? Let's Go!
Another Year? Let's Go!
Another Year? Let's Go!
The week between Christmas and New Year’s Day is a strange time of wondering whether we’re in one long holiday or in-between two. I’ve heard it called the “Witching Week,” and I like that. We’re mostly free of the tyranny of work, and the fridge is full of various classes of leftovers so we don’t have to cook for a few days. It almost feels like this interstitial period doesn’t count against our lifespan.