...which means I'll be busting my ass trying to get commericals done and tracking doen ridiculous human interest stories to make locals feel all cuddly and snumbly. So, I probably won't be able to inflict posts during the day much.

Oh, well. Don't cry. January's coming. (plus I might be lying)

good luck good sir. btw - your home state was in my head this weekend when i read a book by a mainer named linda greenlaw called "the lobster chronicles", which was a brief account of a lobster season on isle au haut (where she is from). my mom grew up on peak's island and since i grew up in the south, i tend to gravitate towards those type of reads every once in a while to learn a bit more about what makes mom a bit different than the cajun women i grew up around. . .

anyway, as for the sentiment of your post, just remember, "its the most wonderful time of the year", right?!

trevor

I don't believe you.

...and the radioman says it is a beautiful day out there in rural Maine...