Dismal December begs a personal question

I’m not a big fan of winter, but I’m especially not fond of that immediate period between Christmas and New Year’s. By the time you read this, my tree and the rest of the holiday accoutrements will be shoved back into the storage room. And with all the days off, I tend to sort of wander around, vaguely wondering what day of the week it is while listlessly shoving stale Christmas cookies in the general direction of my face.