A friend of mine once joked that having a birthday in December is cursed luck, because everybody's busy with end of year parties, Christmases, holidays and whatnot.
You know what's even more cursed? A death in a Monday at the end of the year. Everybody's busy. Everything is busy. Work from Monday is still piled up and people are barely getting in gear for the working week.
It's nobody's fault, of course.
At least I have this blank page to write in.