Oh, lengthy absence. Oh, unwritten words welling up and swirling around the troubled mind...

Christmas was well-contained, ever on the brink of gong-show... you put my brother, my brother's girlfriend and I, my not entirely accepted fiancee, my father, grandmother, and the ever-at-odds combo of my mother and grandfather all in one house for a week, and stir...

Well, sir. Most times I think it'd be a recipe for disaster. But we did alright, we did ok.

Ah, a short blurb, and then gone again am I.

Back to work.