Boxing Day
And, lo, how the inbox fills with post-Christmas half-off and free shipping deals!
(This is why I waited until the 8th night to give any expensive gifts.)
I tore the follower script out of Swefn's toy and put it in a spinning gear:
Problem is, in crowds it likes to abandon me and follow other people, the little shit.
Oh well. As long as the thing's happy, right?
METRO's on holiday schedule, so I had to trudge to Richmond to wait for a 53.
Downtown's nice and dark, and the only cop is asleep, parked by the Occupy camp.
No donuts. No kolaches. No coffee.
Oh well. At least it's double-pay, right?
I didn't get much writing done this weekend, but with all the unused topics for Weekly Challenge submissions, maybe it'll spark some stories.
And then there's the Daily Dashes, although only one idea comes to mind with thicket.
Here's hoping, right?
Stories tomorrow night at Seanchai at 7PM with Derry.
It'll be the worst of the worst of my Christmas tales, including the notorious manger tale.
If you miss the event, the stories will be in next year's holiday card.
(Assuming there's a next year, right?)
You've been warned.
It would help if I put the right photos in this post, right?
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