Let's take stock, shall we?
3 weeks in Ohio for Christmas vacation - Check.
1 week stint in Park City having a marvelous time skiing - Check.
2 cases of near-death gastrointestinal virus, not marvelous - Yep, check.
1 Katherine Heigl siting - Check.
423 new toddler toys I don't have anywhere to put - Check.
7 days of delaying taking down Christmas decorations - Check.
200 new words in Griffin's vocabulary - Check, check, check, CHEESE!
22 days past rent due date - Whoops and check. (Well, actually there's no check, that's the problem. See, my checkbook was among the casualties in trying to pack up way-too-much-f'ing-crap in about 15 minutes to come back to New York after my near-death viral experience last weekend. RIP checkbook, sorry Landlord.)
And most importantly, at least 37 good stories I have to tell you, just as soon as I get around to it. (Read: So if you're lucky before next Christmas...)