THE Plan

After the utter mayhem of Christmas subsides--assuming I survive--I plan to devote myself to the birthing of fantastic new robots.

I will entrench myself in the basement workshop . . . perhaps with chocolate covered snacks and 12 packs of Coke.

I will warm myself by the heat of my whirling drill press.

I will don my new safety goggles (a birthday present from my boys) and throw--nay, heave--caution to the wind.

I will create like never before.

For, you see, robots await to be unearthed . . .