Hey out there in Bean Town, all you little Beanie Babies filled with your little Beans,

rapidly changing your value, inspiring hoarding among small children and then immediately collapsing to valuelessness

much like so much Pokemon Go. I love you all. Anyway, happy Christmas, happy holidays, but yesterday was Christmas, so that's fine to say, right? I don't know.

Christmas is come and gone. And now I'm recording this on Boxing Day, a day that I don't celebrate or know what it is about,

but it's on my calendar, the cat wall calendar, the analog cat wall calendar that my mom gets me every year.

Indicates that today is Boxing Day.

So good, good on you, England, I think.

That's the only thing I know about it.

There was a bit of a delay in getting you the episode today as you might have noticed if you're obsessed with me

And that is due to the fact that I was sick all day

Abe and I have both been really sick. Abe lost his voice and has not gotten it back for a few days in a row.

I lost my voice last night, so I was unable to record this episode.

This morning I still had no voice.

My throat is sore as I say this to you, but Teddy Roosevelt got shot and did his speech so I guess I can record this episode with a sore throat. At least, my voice is back. It's what you're hearing now.

But yeah, Abe, I hope you feel better if you're listening to this, I am sick now.

And of course I blame you.

So you know, when two of the people who are doing the bulk of the work for small beans both

get sick at Christmas time, the schedule tends to suffer.

And that's the kind of quaint hassle that you only get with an indie outfit like ours.

Scheduling instability. I think it adds to our charm.

To make up for the lateness of this episode, I do hope to release Tales from the Pit a bit early on Wednesday instead of Thursday. Hope you will look for that.

What else? What else? Next Monday, we've got our second episode of One-upsmanship our video game podcast coming out

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