Good God, y'all, I've just spent the last four hours combing online archives for flight routes from the mid-sixties, trying to ascertain when airlines began offering non-stop routes between New York and Los Angeles and what levels of flight classes existed, how long the flight might have taken and Jesus God, I've even downloaded menus from different airlines.

Plus the request to the Richter Library at the University of Miami for historical information on Pan American Airlines

All for what might amount to a page... maybe two, in the manuscript. That no one but me and maybe six other people will ever care about.

Explain to me why I do this to myself?

Because it's fun, you learn a lot from it, and readers like me do care.

You don't want to get that cranky letter from a reader who got "totally kicked out of the story" by you getting it wrong.

You know how internet people can be.

4 dz sugar cookies. Now to start rolling and cutting out the bizcochos, I have an hour before my brother is here.

We have watched The year without a Santa Claus, BY REQUEST from mac, so I am getting right in the spirit.

Because it's fun, you learn a lot from it, and readers like me do care.

True. I have seriously gotten my geek on. And I can now tell you that United had a non-stop route from New York to LA (Not sure which airport, though. Have to work on that.) It would have been on a DC-8 and your menu service would have included a full selection of wine and spirits, including United's Special Very Dry Martini (Gin or Vodka)and a dinner that might have consisted of a Deviled Ham Puff, Cream of Mushroom Soup, Broiled Tenderloin Steak with Bordelaise Sauce, buttered lima beans and glazed baby carrots, a Princess Salad with Remoulade and a Black Raspberry Parfait.

Plus, the ever important Dinner Mint.

GEEK! Oy.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

A water pipe exploded. It's almost 9pm.

It's gonna be very expensive. I'm waiting for the plumber(s) to call back. This is NOT good, not now.

Yikes! Shir.

I have made mac and cheese and shortbread cookies for the potluck. Well half the cookies I made are for the potluck, half I'll bring to work tomorrow.

Wow! Yikes Shir. DCP, so sorry. The freakin bad news, small and big, needs to freakin stop.

ugh shir.

well I didn't think the bizcocho dough felt right. I double checked the recipe and I used double the amount of lard. good thing I was going to the grocery store anyway huh. I'll just double up on everything else in them and I guess we'll have loads and loads of cookies. Of course this means I will be baking tonight.

Ugh.

Snowpocalypse! Many inches, still fluttering down. Is pretty if you ignore the fact that our rain is suddenly solid and white.