Cheers, everyone who showed up for fight club. Loads of fun, right? And it'll be even better when we're not all exhausted and bruised and laudenum'd to start with. Black Bat, it was a beautiful battle and I salute you. Oliver Queen, you're dead to me and I hate you (all right, don't actually. Brilliant offensive work. People want to hit you often?).
We'll have another go-round next month, preferably not after a gang fight with a psychotic mirror beast.
Anyway. Neither Evie nor I are the religious sort, but we've picked up a habit of reading Charles Dickens' The Christmas Carol every year. Didn't see it in the library - didn't actually go to the library - but I've got the whole thing mostly memorized and I'm going to give the Best Bits version, if you're interested and want to pop by on Christmas Eve. Evie'll do the parts with the Ghost of Christmas Future; she's dead dramatic (Evie, I just volunteered you). Sounds fun, right? Come over, let's be friends. There may even be mistletoe because I am so very traditional.**