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Considering how often it seems to rain in the dreams, I no longer find myself confused by it being referred to as "the rainy season".

I woke from dreams of having to save my nephew and Hal from being caught out in the rain to being attacked by the few Christmas decorations I actually put up. I think this only solidifies my decision to never decorate for Christmas again.

Everyone at work is talking about all their plans fo New Year's Eve, but really I'm just looking forward to a quiet night in. I think that officially makes me Old.

Have I been reading this right? Are Christmas decorations attacking people? I'm glad Myrcella and I are in England where decorations stay inanimate. Of course, I'm not even the least bit surprised that it's happening. I don't think anything surprises me anymore when it comes to Orange County.

Being a dad is great. Our daughter Mareena Coriane Mikaelson is utter perfection. Loved by her parents, grandparents, and aunts and uncles alike.

So, the highlight of my day was killing a wreath. I was in my office and all of a sudden I heard some of the children screaming. I grabbed the bow that I keep in my office and rushed out into the foyer to find an evil looking wreath trying to get them. I fired off an arrow that pinned it to the wall then a second one that effectively killed it. Luckily it hadn't hurt anyone. I'd hate to think what would have happened if I hadn't been there today.

What was the highlight of everyone else's day?

I just wanted to go get some groceries, and I get tackled by a...snowman? I'm okay, it seemed to hurt the snowman a lot more than it hurt me. But it soaked me completely through and I've spent the rest of the time huddled under a heated blanket.

I'm going to assume I'm very sick and the snowman was some sort of fever dream.