Echoes in a Hollow Space

Christmas miracle of the day:

My post-Soviet ex-apartment manager, Yuri, and I parted on good terms. Things got tense at El Palacio de las Cucaraches apartments, but I realized at a certain point that was largely the fault of the cheapskate slumlord who bought the place a few years back. Yuri was stuck in the middle, so I didn't take my wrath out on him. Besides, unless someone does me serious wrong and smiteth me, I usually try to behave in a civilized manner and not smiteth them. Not everyone in the building felt this way and Yuri was on the receiving end of a great deal of sh*tteth. So he appreciated my niceness, said he was sorry I was leaving, and asked me to write him a thank you note so he could show it to the owner and not get blamed for me moving out.

*shrug* Why not? In return, he said he'd "take care of my apartment and I shouldn't worry about a thing." Well, you know, being a cynic and all I didn't figure that would come to pass, so I've been waiting to see how much they were going to try to bill me for repairs. Imagine my surprise: Yuri turned out to be a man of his word. I got almost the entire security deposit back last night. That man is definitely getting a Christmas card.

Christmas torment of the day:

Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

(I believe in sharing.)

Irony of the day: I did two Santa letter memes and a Cthulhu letter meme, and I wound up on the bad list all three times.

Stupidest pun of the day: "Joaquin in a winter wonderland."

Writing blah-blah of the day: The ms. to Night Warrior is a wormy, bloated carcass, but I am making progress to the end. Sloooowly.