Tomorrow is Christmas

It's thoughts like this that make it easy to go to bed.

Now, technically speaking, tomorrow is not actually Christmas. Not, that is to say, the major Christian religious holiday that falls near the end of the year.

No, gentle reader. Tomorrow is Christmas in the sense that, procedurally speaking, the fifth day of any obscured box painting is the day you unwrap the goddam thing. Get it?

Christmas?

So tomorrow we unwrap B. W. Buffet. Which looks like this as we speak:



Truth be told, when we arrive at the studio tomorrow we will still be late on Day Four, touching up some stuff. But sometime tomorrow, perhaps around two or three in the afternoon, Christmas will arrive.

Then we will have Day Six, which is the fix-it day.

Then, on the Seventh Day, I will rest.