The missing Christmas fa-la-las is more indicative than intentional. It's a little what's the point? and not suspension of belief. The amount of mo-jo needed to pull off these genuinely enjoyable December days is maxed doing the required, let alone the insanity of attempting once again, recovery of that Christmas spirit thing. No disrespect intended but you can't beat this month's Frappe grappa.

So it looks like '19 will be the set-up for 2020, as in 20/20 vision or the Year of Three Quarters. Q1 is the hot rod. Q2 is the internment. Q3 is the binge. Now about that Q4 . . . will we recycle or go brakeless into the wall? The pick here is a strong Buy for the reflowering. G'damn, D. Kay, can't you feel the tingle?

Here's to a XXIX that includes enough pleasure to label it Provocative Propinquity.