The dead of winter

I sit in the middle of the dead of winter. Not dead because of the climate, no. Dead because my wife goes to work about 10 minutes after I get home, and returns only after her tax office closes. Day after day, it's just the kids and I. Even a teenager I can relate with on some functional level, but my oldest is only 9 so far.

This is the fourth year doing this. I'm fully saturated in memes. I've found there is no end to the weird part of YouTube. It's actually helped my creative side in a way that defies explanation.

That's my way of saying I won't tell you.