We all have Christmas off, of course, but my other day off is Christmas Eve and I don't work until 1 on the 26th. It's a bona fide Christmas break, dudes.

Last night I started my weekly podcast hosting gig at the Torch. It's on the same night as my other podcast, which is kind of a pain, but at least I know for which night of the week the bulk of my beer is reserved.

Today's my 14th anniversary. I'm working from 8 to 4, then have to watch a wrestling show at 7 so I can host a podcast on it for the website that pays me. Then I have to do another wrestling podcast.

The Milkmaid and I are celebrating tomorrow.

Sour Cream bit it in a snowbank and got some stitches on her lower lip last night. I got stitches three times in my life; she'll catch me with one more incident.

Tonight I go down to Blue Earth for a Christmas celebration with...a majority of my dad's family. One of his siblings and his wife have isolated themselves from the rest, and it's created a very difficult dynamic. It's also heartbreaking, of course. Even though I only saw them a couple of times a year, they're always part of my childhood holiday memories. Now they'll have passed on a generation from now, and I'm not sure they'll matriculate back into the family before then.

Yesterday was my mom's 60th birthday, and between work and then my two podcasts, I missed my chance to call her. I of course remembered the date helplessly while recording my stupid pro wrestling thing. Well, we did talk the day before, partially about her birthday. Oh well.

My many friends that have said “but he should be in for that game alone!” Should be happy. They never could see the slippery slope in that thinking.

Yeah, me neither.

The blitz of humanity and pace of work kind of brought me a relapse of the pneumonia symptoms. I'm off today, anyway.

I've hardly had a moment to spend here. On the upside, our location was #1 in the company on Thursday. So, as terrible as it is that I had to work, that's a bonus I'll be getting.