There’s no denying the fact that the holidays are over. It’s now officially time to clear the house of any reminders of merriment. Toss that tree out the window, decorations. Mop the floors clean of all the champagne and puke. Sober up, shave, and get back to work.

Shit. I hate this time of year.

Well, since we’re all getting back into the arduous grind that destroys souls and smears smiles, we might as well celebrate those wonderful bits of reprieve. This is the Monday Morning Commute and it’s the venue for sharing those activities we hope will keep us from going postal in the upcoming week. First I tell you what’s on the horizon for me, then you hit up the comments section and tell me what you’ll be doing.

Got it? Sick. Let’s do this.

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At a certain hour I become wistful. When this occurs, I turn to that which inspires me, helps me believe that wonder and beauty and triumph still exist.

I present my muse of the evening: Paul Gilbert

If you enjoy the sound of electric guitar, I think you’ll find his work breathtaking.

And if you think John Mayer’s the greatest living guitarist, prepare to have your belief challenged.