January 2, the most dreaded work day of the year.

Or so I suppose.

The work tally for the prior year is in, for good or ill.  The heavy lifting of the upcoming year, and there will be some, has not yet begun. The last two weeks of any year are, for most occupations, darned near idle, and so whether days are taken off or not, a sort of holiday atmosphere of ease prevails.

Until January 2 comes around and ends it.

Happy New Year.