...come out come out, wherever you are! It seems every soul to walk the earth had resolutions on queue for January 1. Diet plans determined, patience to be had, (cigarette) butts to be kicked. All the while I've been doofing about in clusterfudge mode, taking too many photos of my cat looking like a playboy (see below) and doing things like prematurely pressing the start switch on the coffee pot I had locked and loaded for the next morning. I mean, what the heck. Even the best laid plans... Not that I had lied any.