Miss Snark has packed her trunk, summoned the chariot, stowed the gin in a cleverly concealed reticule and, with Killer Yapp in a pink leather jacket, is now off to the North Pole. Santa is reviewing query letters and has called for the assistance of The One Who Takes No Guff. Miss Snark of course too.
I've turned word verification and no-anon on in the comments, and moderation off, so the comments trail isn't paralyzed in my absence.
Barring Reindeer Love, a subway strike, or other acts of Dog, I'll be back on Monday.