I was told, in no uncertain terms, to take the Christmas lights down this weekend. I don't know if there was an actual threat of castration while I slept, but there might have been, and even if there wasn't, it was that serious. The ladder came out this afternoon and the lights are down, then.
In other, more light-hearted news, planning for the upcoming fatbike/bikepack/fatpack trip is now underway. In earnest. The sharpie chalkboard from the John Wayne Trail trip . . .
And the massive task that is the sorting of gear is underway.