Most people, at the end of a vacation, regret having wasted time and think about all the cool things they could have done if only they’d been a bit more ambitious.

Not here.

Franklin and I have been calling it the “16 days of Christmas,” and God damn have we squeezed every last bit of it.

But there’s got to be a morning after, and today we return to school, but still basking in the glow of that epic fortnight plus.