Perfection continues to elude me.

After working zealously to finish my Christmas poem and get it into the mail in time for at least a few people to receive it before Christmas (or at least before New Year) I discovered, after they were in the mail, that there was a typo.  Proving undeniably that it is time for me to retire from a job that is heavily focused on proof reading.  Not that I needed an excuse, but now I'm more sure than ever.  Nine weeks and counting....