Namaste. Or Something Like It

Ah December, I welcome you and your non-global-warming-because-that-can't-really-be-true bizarre warm temps and the debilitating stress attacks I get every time I see a "only XX more days until Christmas" post on Facebook.   No seriously, December. I'm good with you this year. Mainly because I'm using you (don't be hurt, I'll buy you a cigarette) to leapfrog myself out of the last 2 years of utter crapiness into 2016. The Year of Liz.   As I look back upon the past 12 months, I can say with 100%