Mrs. T, my mother, and I spent three hours at the mall north of Smalltown doing next-to-last-minute Christmas shopping yesterday afternoon. It’s a good thing that we got it all done, because I went outside this morning, put one foot on the pavement, and flew through the air. Smalltown is covered with a sheet of ice. It took me a good five minutes to chip the stuff off our canary-yellow rental car, which looks like Tweety on steroids. Then I drove to the nearest Burger King–very slowly–to collect my e-mail. My MacBook doesn’t do dialup, my mother doesn’t have a computer, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone on her block with a wireless connection off which I can poach.
Our plan is to spend the rest of the day and evening off line, wrapping presents, eating whatever’s in the pantry, watching old movies, and being very, very glad to be together.
You do the same, O.K.?
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