The 27 Days of Sockmas

December is, traditionally, the month of the year wherein I am most likely to wish to die in a fire. It’s not that I don’t love the holiday fa la la la blah blah or whatever, it’s that: 1) Work is crazy. (See also: the glamorous life of a freelancer,...

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Yesterday was Otto’s birthday, and lo there was much celebration and rejoicing! Except… there was no way I was going to manage to top last year’s surprise (and subsequent party and extravaganza), plus Otto was out of town for most of the weekend,...

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