Every year around this time I go through a period of slowdown, where both my body and mind adjust to the change in weather and it takes me twice as long to walk across the kitchen to open the fridge, or put away a book on the shelf. That, along with the million gazillion articles I’ve had to write lately, is my excuse for not being more verbose here lately—and yes, I think I’m sticking to it. I had this thing I wanted to tell you tonight about the complex consequences of every economic decision we make and how supporting American biofuels over gasoline can, in combination with protectionist U.S. tariffs, contribute to rainforest deforestation in Brazil. But then I decided it would depress me too much to write about that, so I’ll save it for later and just tell you that tomorrow is my Last. Day. In. The. Office.

I don’t quite know how to express how I feel about this, but I suspect most of you can guess anyway.

Insert long, whistling sigh of indeterminate sentiment.