Dec/Jan

December feels like the last 50 feet of a race. January feels like the first mile of swimming across the Pacific.
I'm getting a sinking sensation much like when you are staring down a massive project with no end in sight. January always feels this way to me. Throw in the very real possibility of lay off due to poor sales and '09 looks hugely unappealing.
It gives me the itch. The pack a bag and abandon life urge. Book a flight to Sydney or Rio. Grab your skis and bum Europe for a season or ten.
Sigh, back to work.