With the baby jumping and jivin' (I swear it's the strangest but most amazing thing I have ever felt in my life--though stopping in the middle of the street to feel up--- touch Mack's belly might be a odd sight for the rest of the world; do not care at this point!), with Mackenzie's birthday on the 12th (what a lovely time I provided, I do say so myself), with Graeme's birthday today (and you thought I forgot! I'm such a sly devil), with Hannukah starting on Sunday (get ready for eight crazy nights), Christmas a week and a day away (oy---do I get coal if I just sign my name to Mackenzie's present ideas?), annnnd the impending imprisonment of the muggleborn people, well---

The 1970s are clearly ending with a bloody bang. Cheers.