That moment we've waited all year for is here, and with this, we bid you farewell at least until Thursday.
In the spirit of not trying too hard, we're going to leave up this special holiday edition of Open Items for you to turn to when your drunk uncle starts going off about politics at Christmas dinner again. We may not technically be here but we're always here, ifyouknowwhatimean. So feel free to run here and air your grievances as often as needed.
The offer I made in last week's Between the Spreadsheets stands; should one of you in the DC metro be without a family of your own to share awkward holiday moments with on Wednesday, you are more than welcome to join me in Maryland. No one should be alone on Christmas unless they want to be, in which case, may you enjoy sleeping in and not wearing real pants. But if you're feeling lonely, we've got backyard chickens (to look at, not eat WHAT ARE YOU SICK?!), a bunch of great Washingtonians with various security clearances, carols sung around the piano and food, food, food. Oh, also this dog:
May your time away from your desk be merry and bright, my friends. See you in a few days!
