Hello, friends! Earlier this week, my eight year old happened to spy a bag in my closet that had the usual items that Santa leaves in the stockings every year. Rather than risk a meltdown Christmas morning, my ex and I decided it was time to let the kids know. Well. It turns out this little shit had already figured things out somehow. That's the trouble with my son. Like his sister, he's very smart. Unlike his sister, he's much quieter about it. I'm going to have to keep myself sharp over the next decade.
Whatever you celebrate, I hope it's a good one. I've spent most of today reading, which is nice. I haven't done that in a while. I plan to spend a lot of the next week doing as little as possible. We'll see how that holds up. In any case, I think I'll plan on skipping this newsletter next week. See you in 2023!
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