I thought I might finish this one before the end of the 31st, but it was not to be: we spent too much time taking down the Christmas decorations and watching football. Mostly the tree was my problem. This year we brought home a fifteen footer that took up almost the entire width of the front room. When we were looking at houses my wife and I each had a thing we wanted - she wanted all of the bedrooms to be on the same floor, and I wanted a high ceiling in the front room so I could put as big a Christmas Tree as I wanted in there. She ended up in much better shape than me, because I forgot to also wish for a double door so I could get the tree in and out easily. It took us more than an hour to get this behemoth into the house this year. Knocked a post off of my deck, put a hole in the drywall by shoving the door into it too hard for too long, knocked the handrail out of the stairwell, marked up the door frame, put some new marks on the ceiling . . . and that was when the tree was fresh. So getting it back out was always going to be a trick. I ended up renting a chainsaw and cutting sections I hoped would fit out the door when turned on their side. Now there are six chunks of the tree atop the snow berm on the street out front waiting for the Scouts to come collect them Saturday during the annual recycling event. Long story short, I have not yet finished this so it'll be first in 2016: Larry Correia's Son of the Black Sword. I requested it at the library long enough ago that I have no memory of why. It's a pretty good book - not my normal thing - about, well, a guy with a sword.