I wish I could set as cozy a scene as Matt did at Thanksgiving, but unfortunately, I’m in the office as I write this, fighting off the glare of giant overhead white lights (I much prefer warmer light, and I’m not sure why that’s not the norm?). Still, there’s no better place to take nostalgia-tinted walks down memory lane than when you’re procrastinating. Ironically, in my attempt to procrastinate via daydreaming, I ended up here. It’s December, which means my brain is contractually obligated...

I wish I could set as cozy a scene as Matt did at Thanksgiving, but unfortunately, I’m in the office as I write this, fighting off the glare of giant overhead white lights (I much prefer warmer light, and I’m not sure why that’s not the norm?). Still, there’s no better place to take nostalgia-tinted walks down memory lane than when you’re procrastinating. Ironically, in my attempt to procrastinate via daydreaming, I ended up here. It’s December, which means my brain is contractually obligated...