Well, not for me. As I type these words from a desk in Stretford, there's still a bit of Christmas cake left, the weather outside is classic Mancunia and all is right with this wonderful world of ours.
Actually, I tell a lie. I'm not actually sat at a desk in Stretford. Really, every part of my being remains fixed to the Stretford End, where Manchester United are unfurling attack after attack. I've been here for almost 48 hours now, and Patrick Chinazaekpere Dorgu is still powering up and down that left flank.
Today is, in my mind, Red Monday.