All future holiday gatherings will be held in equatorial zones.

After hours of driving across mountain passes in blinding snow while fighting a cold and fever, I remembered why, despite my constant griping, I moved to the desert. No goddamn snow.

But, I'm back in one piece, no dents on Amy's new car, and all is back to normal. Although I'm still sick. Poor me.

And, as a bonus, I made it back in time for Barry Napier to post my interview in a new segment he's starting called The Pub Interviews. Bring your favorite lampshade and pull up a stool.