6 & 7 of 17 in These titles mean nothing.

Christmas eve and Christmas day.

Are a little hard to separate.

Let’s see.

Yesterday I slept till half past noon. Of stayed in bed anyway. Then for the rest of the day I did pretty close to nothing. Maybe some more will come back to me. If so I’ll come back and tell you.

We talked to John and Will and Katie at one point. They are coming down - well they are here now. Not here here but in town here.

They arrived late afternoon or early evening today and ate supper. We had pork chops, potatoes, corn, dressing and cranberries. Katie has a new Kindle and Will has a strange remote control helicopter thing that really entranced the black cat.

Tomorrow night Joana will be down and we will have further celebrations.

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I’m reading The Catcher Was a Spy by Nicholas Dawidoff. It’s about Moe Berg who was a graduate of Princeton, a major league baseball player, and a WWII spy. He was brilliant and colorful and more than a little odd. It’s a good book.

I also bought a monumental book about Corvette’s first fifty years. It’s heavy.

Last updated December 25, 2014