Sometimes they come back
Yesterday I went down to the apartment building’s laundry room to do my laundry — and sitting there on top of one of the dryers was a sock I’d lost the last time. Maybe the sock-stealing dryer demons learned the true meaning of Christmas. Or something.
Otherwise it’s another quiet holiday season for me. I think I just get so overwhelmed by family Thanksgiving that I prefer quiet and solitude for a while thereafter. I wouldn’t mind finding a comfortable middle ground, though.
But I’ve got stuff to keep my occupied, like proofreading the galleys for DTI: Forgotten History. And after that, I hope to get back to work on that spec novel.