Punch Him In His Stupid Fire Beard

One of the strange things above moving to Canada and eventually becoming a Canadian citizen is that today, the last Thursday of November, is just a day.

In a way I’m glad — y’all know about the current unpleasantness — You have been great, but we still could use the help, if you are able to — and I’m glad I don’t have to go into a holiday with that on my mind, and I don’t have to go around coming up with things to be grateful for just now. But it still feels strange to go from Halloween to Christmas without a holiday to bracket them, I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it.

But anyway, it is Thursday here, and that means I write the Queue.