Not this year: Yuletide

 I was trying to gen up the enthusiasm to write a Dear Yulegoat letter, and I realized I'm just too tired.  The well has been dry, past dry, sucking water down into it, for awhile, and 2017 just keeps dragging on, each day worse than the last one way or another.  (We've had three separate Urgent Care visits in the last two months, plus two medical crises for my parents.)

In an abstract way, I'm pleased for the fandoms I've nominated, but rationally, I can't  see myself writing anything in the next three months.  I can't even muster the energy to write the letter.   It doesn't feel like a relief to drop out (or not drop in); it just feels like a thing, another bullet falling in the tower.

Better luck next year.