And food. Food is better now. Today is going to have good food. Traditional fare like last night's pulled pork with turnip greens and BBQ-beer mushrooms with an egg fried on top for breakfast. Tonight, salmon and scallops. I found big Digbys the size of billiard balls at the ever wonderful Mike Mundell's in the east end of Kingston. Nothing like a fish feed. Any leftover salmon goes into a frittata for Christmas morning. And that is but preparation for the leg of lamb tomorrow night. I really am spiraling into a stretch of moderately rare cheeses, brussel(s) sprout-side dishes and eating the flesh of semi-exotic animal life. Stilton with caramelized onion right in it. Imagine. If we could just get that one cheese into the hands of those the terrorists would convert to their evil we might be guaranteed a world of peace after all.
To work on my average for the year, we go to church twice today. I feel like the Czar. Things could be far worse. Far worse. I could be in Paris amongst snobs.