Late night final here. Ended up at Jack’s for dinner (do like their crinkle-cut fries) and then spent some time watching the Browns-Broncos game at the gym while walking and pedaling to nowhere. And inside and will remain so until tomorrow. Forgot to hang my clean jeans up, will attend to that before bedtime and have a couple puzzles to solve before slumber-time.
VanGO, at least you’ll be home; have spent a few extra nights in either the airport or a hotel when flights didn’t work out or weather intervened.
JtC, not having a cat I am forced to do silly things with food all by myself. And the shooting of the waterbed brought a big grin to my face. Ever read James Thurber’s story “The Night the Bed Fell”? Your story reminded me of it and I just read it again on-line here: My Life and Hard Times-I: The Night the Bed Fell | The New Yorker
shoe, a Tesla car I hope and not one of those hideous trucks.
doggio, a Christmas tradition for me is Die Hard.
And it’s after 10:30pm so if I am going to solve the Ken-Ken problems in today’s NY Times I’d better be about it. Take care all.