Fucking off today and doing a whole heap of nothing. Well, by nothing I mean planning a oneshot larp, cleaning the house, finishing my Christmas shopping, going to Costco, and visiting with a friend. But it's nice to take a personal day, especially after back-to-back weeks of work madness. I think I'll work tomorrow and then call it for the year. I'm burned out to the point that I'm starting to do a bad job, and I don't ever want to do a bad job. 

Hiked up by Dowell's Draft last night - the closest I've been to Elkhorn in six months. It was pretty up there, but I was miserably underdressed and caught a chill. I normally can't stand the light this time of year, the crazy off angle of the sun through the trees, but after the sun set behind the mountains, the woods were beautiful: luminous and dark and cold. There was a lot of reindeer moss all over the ground and as the light failed, they seemed bright, like patches of phosphorous. There were deer hides hanging in the trees where some hunters had field-dressed them. It was eerie, quiet, and so lovely. I've missed that place.