So I got back Sunday afternoon, slept for 18 hours, caught the Lovely Bride's cold, and am dragging myself around the house like some tomb-lost lich, bemoaning my fate and trying to keep up with various promises.
More later, when I recover. Promise.
How About A Ghoul Log This Holiday?
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Hey friends,
Wishing you a peaceful year's end and celebrations in whatever way you
celebrate it. Like, maybe with a yule-tide log that burns long and br...
3 days ago

