Just checking in. I'm in Wisconsin. I went to what could be Favre's last game at Lambeau last night.
The Christmas spirits dumped a good number of inches of snow this afternoon, so I'm happy to get my white Christmas.
Update: From The New York Times: Stultification: How Sweet It Is
Every year I arrive at my parents’ house in Springfield, Va., armed with my healthy self-edifying projects — big leafy Penguin classics, Chomsky-explains-it-all books and a backlog of fortifying magazines. And every year I think I am going to actually read a paragraph of one of these things. But then I walk in the front door, say ‘hi’ to my mom and dad, stand at the kitchen counter and start eating cheese.