Until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow

Dear Santa,

All I want for 2011 is a dull moment. A lot of them, actually. A nice, steady, uneventful year, bereft of ridiculous drama or general foolishness. Something like 2006 turned out to be. I can live with a smidgen of existential doubt in exchange for the peace and quiet.

Seriously, that’s it and that’s all.