As is the habit with us young whippersnappers, I spent a while at my parents' house for winter break. And yet, I could not manage to escape the game:
Playing Scrabble one day, the first five letters I drew were V-I-E-L-O. Later that game I had the opportunity to spell "Helian" on a double word score but it didn't happen.
In San Antonio, I played golf with a guy of last name Amadan. No kidding.
At a construction site by the house, there were some blue silos. I thought, "Cobalt, tier 4, must have been a pain to build." Then I figured they were probably painted aluminum and wondered if that would be tier 7...
And in 11 days, I had no fewer than three dreams involving Horizons. Oh, how I suffer...