In which I raise my glass

There will be a post tomorrow--I've got a topic all picked out, even some choice pithy phrases. But for the moment I am bloated with spent sugars and tryptophan, and my mind is moving more toward hurt stomachs and staring at a darkened ceiling than any kind of real thought process. So tomorrow, perhaps; but regardless of that, there are thanks.

Thanks to the people who do read this blog--I hope I manage to stumble into some moments of enjoyment, and that your numbers keep on growing. Thanks to Heather MacDougal in particular, for a brief flirtation with Internet legitimacy. Here's hoping you still drop by sometimes.

Thanks to my friends and family and the people who have seen fit to publish me; thanks to the people responsible for Joseph Campbell, and the Cthulhu Mythos, and sparking apple cider; and thanks to all the little things that complete my life that I am not remembering at this moment.

It's been a wild year, in ways I don't really say on this blog, and I'm grateful to have so many wonderful people to help me navigate the twists and turns.

Best of luck to you all; if that feels cheap as far as thanks, don't worry, there's a chance your remuneration is coming at Christmas. For now, it is time for the yearly ritual of DVD viewing--may God have mercy on our souls.