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Back from a nice and relaxing Christmas spent with my folks. Turkey was eaten, gifts were opened and I had the luxury of having the time to finish not one but two books. (The first was Point of Hopes which was not, alas, what I hoped it would be in spite of its Bodie and Doyle avatars. But the second, Ellen Kushner's The Privilege of the Sword was utterly brilliant and more than made up for the first. If like me you grew up wishing you could be a musketeer, run out and grab this book. Right. Now.)

With less than a week remaining of what seemed like an endless three weeks of vacation, I'm starting to seriously prioritize my time. How much can I read/watch/write before I have to go back to the grind? And how many people can I manage to see? Not nearly enough, I fear.