Well, we’ve almost made it through the first month of the new year. The holidays are over and done with. Champagne and Auld Lang Syne are a distant memory once steeped with positivity and eager foresight.
It’s the first Tuesday after Coachella and I get a sense that everyone is somehow thrilled it’s over. Maybe it’s my harrowing view of music festivals and grouchy age, but as much as I wish I could escape to the desert for the weekend, embrace complete freedom and walk in circles from one amazing artist stage to another, it just wasn’t in my stars. Roasting a bird, however, right up my weekend alley.