The Myth & The Majesty

 No, no. I mean, "I'll talk." It's been awhile, and for that I'm sorry. Not, like, REALLY sorry -- I doubt very much I've been missed -- but a little. But let me tell you a little about my 2022 regardless. The fun actually began in 2021, as calendar days mean nothing to the universe at large. December 18th, to be exact. That day -- just a bit after noon -- I received a text message from the Tall One. Had an accident heading to the hospital may need you to find out where ********s dad lives and get my truck Yeah, not exactly the kind of thing you want to receive. Ever. Ever ever. And particularly not in text form. Over the next few minutes it became slightly more clear. Bad burns on his legs. Talk of heading to Denver. By the time I'd retrieved said truck and gotten to the hospital, they were packing him up for the flight down. It had been a bit of a freak accident -- a boiler, a can of primer, a spill, and thirty seconds that changed things drastically. St...

I read A Christmas Carol every year. "Marley's Ghost", original illustration by John Leech from the 1843 edition Found on Wikipedia That's not entirely accurate. The last few years I've listened to it; Audible has a lovely version read by Tim Curry. This means that my brain does it's association thing and I get to picture the story as read by Long John Silver, because why not? The bottom line is that this year I listened to it over the course of a few commutes (by the by, I have a job in Spearfish these days, and what do you mean I don't write often enough here to keep you up to date? I know, I know...) and this year, for no clear reason, I found myself wondering so much more about Fred. For those who don't remember the story, Fred is Scrooge's nephew. We only learn a few things about Fred -- he is the son of Scrooge's only sister and his only living kin, he's not particularly rich or well off, and he is unendingly kind. We don't know h...