Novel Horrors Month Two Day Twenty-One

The human's in considerable pain from her leg this evening. As much as it does bother me to hear her going about, moaning in pain, at least it has had the side effect of slowing down her noveling a bit. Perhaps the poor neighbors won't be homeless for Christmas after all. She did mention something alarming about purchasing a CD of Christmas music, though. I wonder how worried I should be about that putting her in the mood to write Christmas stories through her pain?