Does anyone else get the sense that the last quarter of the year happens on fast forward? Blink three times and the leaves have fallen, your coat is on and you're shivering. Wake up one morning and Christmas is tomorrow and you still have 1038368 deliverables for work. Eat one fondue and find you have gained the 15 pounds you always fight around the holidays. Ah, well, we aren't there yet.
Let that new music roll on in.