T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…[except the mouse on my computer trying to delete my Uber account]. For me, and many of you, Christmas means a lot of travel, which also means a lot of Ubering. As you can imagine, the last couple of weeks were madness. Arguing politics with family, eating too many cookies, drinking too many glasses of eggnog, and the only working out I…