It is that time again when we increment a number of a mostly arbitrary calendar that most of the world has agreed to use. Oh, hurray. I’m so happy for that number. Other people are so overjoyed that they have taken to exploding things. As I see it, this time marks the end of vacation. I’ll still enjoy it while it lasts, but I’m not particularly joyful about its end. Maybe I just need to find the right thing to explode.