I spent portions of this evening listening to a George Winston cd that Dan gave me, and him reading a Laurence Housman Christmas story (that I started reading to him but with this cold couldn't finish), and sipping a hot toddy. Dan had a hot toddy, too. I'm corrupting him for Christmas, apparently. Good thing that he liked it, as my plans to shop for a present for him got derailed on Friday by him walking through the door before noon.
He strung lights all over the house while I was gone. It looks lovely.
I'm now in my San Diego dive bar. Best part of Christmas. Some years the only good part of Christmas.
Is the usual crew there this year?
I never reauthorized Verichat. I need to do that.
If by The Usual crew you mean me, the woman working the bar, and two other strangers, then yes. They are here. Yo, ho, ho and a virgin birth.
I shall text you with abandon, then. I need to get out of this living room anyway, but the wifi doesn't reach to the bedroom. Feh.
Heh. I read that as "the wife doesn't reach the bedroom".
Right. She's chained to the kitchen.
Yeah, that was "the crew" you'd previously talked about.
I bought S Kate Bush's new one (first in 12 years) for Xmas. We're listening to it now.
Wow. That's all I have to say. Wow.
I'm just out of the house for a bit at my bar. I need to make it through tomorrow and then it's back to LA.
