I've been beset by work, yet again, and then I caught the flu from whichever level of Purgatory sadistic snotmonsters and Kleenex makers come from.
Ugh.
So I've been ill -- to the point where I had to admit to myself that no
slashfest stories will get done this round, seeing as I had zero ability to form coherent sentences in my native tongue, let alone in English. Not that it stops me from feeling like a bloody heel for being such a flake. Sigh. I'm sorry, you all whose challenges I failed to fill, and thank you to all who volunteered as betas before I got ill.
jedi__santa did get done, however, and I got my gift fic, too! It gave me the warm fuzzies, it did. It's called
Foundation (Obi-Wan, Luke, PG).
Anyway. On the bright side, I just got promoted at work, the flu is finally subsiding, I have Salome at the opera on the 27th, I'll be on two weeks of vacation (!) starting next Thursday, and all my Holiday shopping is done. So I'm off to drink more glogg and bake plum tartlets but before that, I leave you with this:
Myself, H. Potter, and Greasy Git S. Snape wish you a very merry Holiday season, Chrismukkwanzaa, or whichever holiday you might be celebrating or not. Thank you all for your cards and I'll see you with new stories, silliness, and whatnot in mid-January. ♥!