I’m watching non-stop murders  because the idiot ditty on “How it’s made” erodes the brain, I have no interest in Battles of WWI at this moment, and one more bit about haunted hotels, Al Capone, Atlantis, or the Bermuda Triangle, and I am going to turn extremely un-merry. I have been watching non-stop murders for two weeks.

Mmm. What else do we have? The Apocalypse. That’s cheery.

I’m not asking for the umpteenth rendition of Frosty the Snowman, but I’d like something nice and uplifting. The Apocalypse? Gimme a break! We’re going to hear plenty of that upcoming—the Mayan calendar thing: I’ve heard the modern Maya are planning a fiesta to continue past the day—and figuring that’s the end of the world is beyond silly. The calendar-maker planned it for the rock he had and thought, “Y’know, carrying this on another full cycle is just overkill. I think the chief will be happy with this one.”

Anyway—we’re now pretty well Christmassed-up. Got a couple of errands to run. But mostly we’re good. And I’m back at work on the novel.

Hope all is well with you guys!