All right, all right. I'll stop with my dramatics over the house for a minute. Fire last night (the one for my twenty-two December fires, not the spectral ghost of the one that previously ravaged my roof and attic) was a tiny candle in one of my black legends lanterns. I carried it all over Staunton in the soft rain. 

So let me see, what else. It's all cold and cloudy today, and a threat of rain/snow is complicating my hiking plans for tomorrow. This afternoon will be my typical bell ringing thing; hopefully the rain will hold off for that at least. In lieu of a hike, I'm not sure what I'm doing tomorrow. Maybe I'll walk downtown and visit the Christmas market. I could take a book and curl up in one of the wineries downtown. I have this new one that's about Appalachian folk magic (prepare for me to get even more annoying than usual on this thing about it!). 

At work, the release is about to go out and then I swear to god, I'm going to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the year. "Must be nice." It is! This year has been my worst here, maybe my worst at any job I've ever had, including when I was the world's worst server at a horrible chain seafood restaurant in NoVa.