Drea is coming over tomorrow with Mike & Jeremy. I’m not expecting anything on par with our wonderful Thanksgiving but there is such a thing as a Christmas Miracle. Maybe we’ll enjoy watching Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye in White Christmas.
Pete is flying in tomorrow around 11pm. Maybe we can drive up to Mount Wilson and enjoy some snow so that the day seems a bit more proper.
Unfortunately, as I’m battling an illness, hot toddies are probably going to be out of the question… although I expect myself to break down. Maybe I’ll try a beer or two tonight to see how I feel tomorrow- just as an experiment.
And, Christmas is also the day my mom died, so if I seem to be hiding in a cloud of booze haze and weed smoke, cut me some slack.