I’m trying something. I’ve got just under a half hour before I have to go back on set so I’m going to try to write a blog post before I have to go back out there. It’s one of those rare occurrences when the break room is not too crowded thanks to most people being on set. Besides, I’m planning on finally putting up Christmas decorations with my fiancé tonight so I don’t want to have to worry about any blogging once I’m done with my shift.

I’m still feeling slightly under the weather but better. I ended up getting cumulative 9 hours and change of sleep last night. Needed it. I’ve got to build my defenses back up. For my first set, I kneeled down to introduced myself to a child (named Damien, no less) and he promptly coughed into my open mouth so, yeah.

I’m excited to decorate tonight. I like Christmas. Well, not the “starts before Thanksgiving, requires exorbinate spending and somehow, in any way, involves Pentatonix” Christmas but the “just sitting around the house and relaxing with family” kind of Christmas. Being a long-time service industry and/or theme park performer – which, loathe as I am to admit it, is still pretty much a “service industry” job – I’m used to having to work on Christmas. I don’t mind and am quite used to celebrating the day before or the day after holidays but the fact that I’ve earned the right this year to NOT work Christmas (and STILL get Holiday Pay) is something I’m very proud of. The highways may be empty and the hiking trails may be deserted that day but I don’t plan on going anywhere.

So, I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.

Showtime!