Thanks

Time for the obligatory end-of-the-year thanks and gratitude.
I like pie.
and I like my dog. 

I am thankful for Moncton.  And for sunny rainy days.

I'm grateful for things that are buried deep inside, never to be revealed.

This year has taught me more than a few lessons about things, and I'm relieved to say that I have survived more or less, and should be ready for more in just a few weeks.  Hope you're all ready for me to come out of the gate with a newly invigorated focus and intensity.  Enough of this calm, vanilla soft-serve.  I'm an iceberg, I'm a razor sharp pencil, this next couple years will be the simultaneous end of the beginning and beginning of the end. Finally.

Gnight John-boy.