Dear readers, I have very much enjoyed my time as a Sock. I wish to thank our loyal readers, and while I wish it didn't have to end, I'm afraid real life has gotten in the way for most of us. And now, I bid you all adeiu.

--Rupert Giles

Well, not much has been happening as of late. The signs indicate that the Cleveland hellmouth has become dormant for some reason. We may stay here anyway, but there seems to no longer be anything keeping us here, should we wish to leave.

It's absurdly cold in this part of the country. Presumably, this is why demon activity has been low recently. Probably the demons have enough sense to migrate to warmer climates.

Happy Christmas!

It's nearly Christmas. I've finally finished my shopping. Now the trick is to keep it all hidden until Christmas Eve, because some people around here are sneaky and like to see what they've gotten before it's time.

It's also dreadfully cold.

Oh dear, I really must finish wrapping these gifts. I suppose I shall get to it, now.

Happy Thanksgiving to you Americans.

Everyone's been in quite a cleaning frenzy all day. I'm fairly certain someone even came in and cleaned up my rooms.

Kennedy seems quite upset about the upcoming visit from her parents. If they upset her, I may be forced to let Ripper loose.

It's finally election day. Not that I can vote, I'm just relieved that I won't have to see anymore political adverts on the television.

Oh dear...

It seems that the planetary alignment tonight heralds the rising of a powerful, and evil, warlock. However, none of the prophecies say exactly where he'll rise. I've sent word to Percy to have all the slayers on the lookout, but I think it's safe to say he'll eventually come to the Hellmouth. So keep alert, everyone.

Oh dear.. this could have some interesting ramifications. We'll have to be on the lookout on the 28th.