Christmas in Atlanta

We started our day off with The HP Lovecraft Historical Society's Christmas Album, me making French Toast, us drinking Coffee, me having Conversations with fictional characters, and the Invader Zim episode "The Most Horrible X-Mas, Ever."

Then we watched "A Huey Freeman Christmas," and then A Christmas Story. I realised that I really miss Daren McGavin.

I called my family and talked to most of them.

Then unknownbinaries made a pasta sauce from scratch for dinner, and it was pretty damn good.

The other day, I received via strange channels, from someone from whom I'd not heard in Years, the following: "Damien, How can I reach you? I have an interesting opportunity custom designed for your gyruses and sulcuses. Caroline [Last Name Redacted]"

At first, unknownbinaries and I thought it might be some Distressingly Deep Spam, but the more I thought about it, the more certain I became that this was actually the person it said it was. So I went to the Booking of Face, and searched and added her, sending her a message. Today she responded.

I just got asked if I wanted to be a reader for and consultant on the occult issues in a novel. It's not a paid gig, but as long as I get a thanks for my work in the credits, I'm a-ok. Hell. Yes.

It's been a pretty damn good day, over all.