Now 3 am and the fire burns merrily on. Not really writing as I fear the grammar, spelling, and plot I would inflict upon others, so have another quote:

Me: Hey, it looks like the fire's down to almost smoldering. Do we need to turn it back on? Push a button to make the Yule Log go again? [reference to a gas fireplace at one place where we stayed a few years back]

wolfie74: You would never survive in the wilderness on your own, would you?

Me: Sure I would. I'd have my cell phone with GPS and be all, "Yeah, I'm here, come find me."

This, of course, led to reminiscing about the Yule everyone was sick and we took turns sleeping. She was passed out and the fire burned low. Youngest turned to me and asked, "So, um, if we keep it going with sticks and paper until Mom wakes up, it so totally counts, right?"

And he is far more outdoorsy than Eldest. Scary, huh?

It's that time of the year again, the night when I post random rumblings, growing more and more incoherent as the night wears on. Or, in other words, it's Yule!

Plans for the night include catching up at least a little on the backlog of comments, uploading fic to AO3, and, should those sites not want to work as planned (like now), maybe actually get some writing in and finish the holiday cards that have been languishing off to the side.

But for now, food. Of which Eldest has already finished his even though mine is not even done heating. Such is life.

Whoo hoo! Draft of Yuletide fic is done!

Now to edit this sucker, talk someone into betaing it, edit again, and post to the archive!