December 29th is the official champion of boredom—a flat, forgotten pause between the sugar rush of Christmas cookies and the loud fireworks of New Year’s Eve. The decorations are hanging on by a thread, their once-vibrant hues looking more like they’ve been through a color wash cycle than a festive celebration. The leftovers are dwindling, each bite a reminder that last night’s feast was a mere memory, and everyone is too pooped to launch any exciting New Year’s plans. Emails sit neglected, like those weird relatives who just won’t leave the party, streets are emptier than a buffet line post-frenzy, echoing the tedium of the day, and even the internet seems to be taking a coffee break, bombarding us with the same old memes we’ve already scrolled past seven times. It’s a day meant for aimless scrolling, sneaky naps, and wondering why time has decided to become a sloth—every minute feels like it’s auditioning for a role in a slow-motion film. There’s a collective urge to just groan, a pause in the usual chaos, where life’s hustle and bustle takes a backseat to a frivolous stillness. Absolutely, hilariously dull, this day stands in stark contrast to the upcoming festivities, serving as an invitation for some quiet reflection and an exaggerated appreciation for the impending whirlwind of New Year celebrations.

Maybe it’s the weather.