It is but early December and already I’m meditating on New Year’s Resolutions. I loathe this time of year: the twilight of 3pm; the only interesting emails I receive commence with the phrase “Cyber Monday starts now!”; the perfunctory gatherings of colleagues where I drink too much mulled wine and attempt to extract a few laughs at the expense of my dignity. I’d just as soon flip the calendar to 2018 and fast forward to the lengthening days, greedily spending my gift cards.