I walked to the store. It’s one I stopped going to early in the Plague because it’s too crowded, both with items and people. Also, it’s a longer walk, 1.3 instead of 1.0 miles. It was like returning to one of my old neighborhoods: “Oh, yeah,THAT’S where the cheese is!” and “Oh, I see they moved the cucumbers!”
I forgot to check to see if they have pork neck bones. The closer grocery store doesn’t. I use them in spaghetti sauce. Mom’s family was dirt poor in sunny Italy, and that’s what they used, so that’s how I learned to make sauce. It’s wonderful. However, apparently it’s unfashionably ethnic (as opposed to, say, pho, which is fashionably ethnic), so it’s hard to come by. A Vietnamese friend can get it for me at a Vietnamese grocery store in Tacoma, but I doubt he’s going before Christmas. 
Oh, well, once upon a time, I couldn’t get ricotta because the Montana town I lived in had never heard of it. (“Rick-what now?”) I asked around. Nobody was Italian, so they all used–gag–cottage cheese or ground beef alone–in their lasagna.
Harald, did you OPEN the mystery package? I’m curious as to what it is.
MetalMouse, you win the pool! You don’t win A pool, but you win THE pool! Congrats on The Jean Dixon Award for Clairvoyance!
100% agree. You’re obviously the teachers all parents wish their kids had. Kudos!
Johnny, I’m a swooning carnivore upon reading your posts.
Boo and Shoe, people getting gifts later get to celebrate
Chrismahanukwanzakah longer.
wordy, I hope sitting tight avoids the need for surgery. My late former MIL had 1/4th of her color removed, whereupon my FIL said, “Now she’s got a semi-colon.” 
Sorry about PWAISDN’s job.
NObody’s as active as Mooooooom. She has superpowers. Set your sights on us regular humans.
cookie, a HUGE thank you. I also get ocular migraines. I had no idea internet usage had any connection. I shall be vigilant henceforth.
P.S. We’ll miss you. Please check in, however briefly.