I pretty much deny the existence of holidays until I cannot deny them any longer. That day is today. There are 25,000 things I have to do before going to [location redacted] and spend time with triplets who really passionately believe in the holidays. I mean, I guess I did too when I was 10.
I liked my ignorance. It was warm and devoid of the colors red and green. There are good books there and a lot of silence. But I’m going to haul my lazy ass a few states away to do this family/holiday/whatever thing. I’m going to have potato latkes at a friend’s house tonight and then it’s all Christmas all the time.
I’m taking a reboot of my schlock novel with me in case I feel like writing something. In theory, I’m going to submit things today. A friend gave me a lead on an online class, so it could be that the adventures of Adjunct Clause will continue. Can’t complain, but will anyway.
What should I read next week? I’m looking for mystery novels or memoirs. I hope your little world is filled with fudge, good beer, and easy relations with uneasy people. Don’t let the bastards get you down.