tis the season

When last seen, the happy couple was in New York, marveling at the traffic on their guitar string bracelet web site, Wear Your Music.
Now they are in holiday hell.
They can hardly manufacture and package and ship fast enough to make Christmas deadlines, everybody caught colds, baby is too dislocated by the bustle to sleep—and so no one else can sleep either, which they need to do to manufacture and package and ship and oh yeah have the roof redone, new windows put in, deal with tenants, play Santa, plan the holiday stroll, edit photographs, juggle schedules and prepare for the imminent invasion of relatives.
Poor little things.
All will be calm, all will be bright. After December 23.