Already in the new year – but three days into the mix – my sentience has once again been overtaken by custom and habit, the accomplice though faithful resort of humanity, the inescapable fuel of activity, the acknowledged elixir of life. The tendency though both predictable and inexcusably repetitive is not without its worthiness; it is not simply a relaxation from novel ingenuity or prolonged productivity. Instead the deviation from more innovative conduct is an admission of compatibility and utility. Essentially there is quantity to be derived from idiosyncrasy and eccentricity.