Season's Greetings

It's the middle of December. My wife's job already had their holiday party. My job's holiday party is on Thursday. Point being... it's cold. The holidays are almost here. And no one has the attention or drive to do a goddamn thing.

I wish I had more to talk about, but, you know, see above. It really is all winding down. It's been cold for a while here, but the other night after walking the dog I said to my wife, "I know we've had colder days, but tonight I could feel winter in the wind."

And, sure, maybe I sounded too much like a George RR Martin character, but it was true.

Winter is here. The time we drink and stay inside and read books and, assuming it's not going to wipe out your family in a carbon monoxide accident, enjoy both of those activities by a roaring fire.

I'll post again before Christmas, I think. But if I don't, here's to wishing you and yours a beautiful holiday. Stay warm. Take care of yourselves. Hail Satan. Read crime fiction. Drink egg nog.

Actually, skip the egg nog. That shit is trash.