Joey had a lovely Christmas. He got a pile of presents and found them all very exciting; he had all four of his favorite people around, and bounced from lap to lap all day. He tried eggnog and was smitten; he played with his new toys and danced and sang.

I’m writing about this so late—but I think I will leave it there.

Gobble Gobble

Honestly, it only takes me about four or five gobbles to hit semantic satiation—it goes from almost to completely meaningless noise. Anyway.


Happy Thanksgiving! Hope everyone out there is having a lovely day of just the sort they’d like.