…Merry Dies Natalis Solis Invicti!
For those new readers, that’s the Mithraic holiday that hits around this time–I long ago came to the realization that there’s no fighting the season, so, like everybody else, you must simply slap your own name on it and reach for the liquor. And having somehow come to picture Mithras* as Ricardo Montalban circa 1970s, this gives me a warm fuzzy feeling in my…heart. Yes. Let’s go with heart, shall we?
I hope you all have a lovely holiday, either full of family and friends or largely devoid of them if that will make you happier, which given some people’s families is not without precedent. Now, I must get back to painting the Stoffice, or it will never be done and I will be gazing at the little edge on the top and bottom which will be just slightly darker than the rest and eventually I will go mad and not in a constructive way.
*Yes, I am aware that Mithraism was an extremely fraternal faith that wouldn’t have had much use for me. I took that class in college too. On the other hand, they’re all dead and I’m not, so I can afford to be magnanimous. Fine. Corinthian. Leather.