…which means everything drips. That’s El Nino for you. Washington gets rain. Not nice pretty snow.

I’m halfway through converting Hellburner. That’s going to go up under its old copyright. Feeling good.

And we still haven’t got the tree up, but the rest of the lights are up.

Note to self: never have guacamole at a place that calls itself The Onion. I’ve been miserable all day—we went out with OSG last night and had a very nice supper to welcome her back from her travels. Unfortunately, I didn’t think it tasted that oniony. But I’ll bet there was a lot of onion content, a veritable onion reduction sauce therein, so they could cram even more in. Neither Jane nor I is feeling too spiff. But we’ll live.

We’ ll try decorating this evening. Honestly I’ve moused so much on these conversions my mousing digit is quite, quite sore to the touch. Ow.

But most of my shopping is done. The graphics orders are in the mail—btw—the one thing we do ship ourselves. The lines at the post office were really pretty good: I timed it just right, so there was only an 8 person line, with few packages, mostly business or buying stamps. When I turned around to leave after posting my stuff, the line was out the door—I’d say maybe 50 people who each looked to be carrying St. Nick’s whole load including a reindeer or two.