Well, darn, Gary thinks his sores might be caused by wheat, so no waffles for Christmas morning. I mean, I could make myself waffles and make him watch, which is always fun, but that’s not the tradition.
The only card came from the lawn-mowing service; the only present was self-selected from HR choices. Choices which, and I wasn’t going to say this, included two vibrating body massagers. I did not pick those, because, please, obvious trap, but I did replace our almost 40-year-old tumblers with newer ones.
If not for Barenaked for the Holidays, it would be any other day. And that’s fine.