The last firing before Christmas went off without incident last night. Everything was unloaded this afternoon, and deliveries are happening this evening and tomorrow.
After the deliveries have been dropped off, my plan is to sit on the couch with some hot chocolate and a bottle of Bailey’s, do some reading, and watch some movies. I have a duck thawing, which I have been waiting to eat for a long time now and am looking forward to roasting, and I will have shortbread and mandarin oranges and fancy cheese and crackers and pickles. And I will not set foot in the studio or the shop for DAYS. And it will be glorious.
And when I finally do go back to the studio, I will not launch straight into production, but will pootle around with some ideas I’ve had percolating for the last few months. All those things the twin pressure cookers of orders and fairs created in my head, but didn’t leave time for.
 Terry Pratchett’s “Hogfather”, the good Doctor Who Christmas specials, and, if I have time, the old How the Grinch Stole Christmas cartoon.
 Specifically, the one with the Titanic (in space) and last year’s two-parter with sexy!Rassilon.
 Sure, he’s a psychotic loon, but he’s played by Timothy Dalton. Timothy Dalton!