doesn't it seem like every year, at precisely this time...

Any number of issues choose to converge upon you in a grand attempt to fuck your shit up? Only to inevitably make you feel that much better when you finally get to, say, December 23rd? When you have over week to relax and appreciate life and forget about any shit fucking up convergence that may have come at you earlier?

Seems like it to me. Cheney too.

His mouth is agape with wonder at the whole darned phenomenon.