I was the last to sleep last night, and last to rise this morning, at about 9:30. My haul included about ten books (including some Ross Thomas and Donald Westlake, along with relatively recent bios of Housman and, of course, Johnson.) I also added to my collection of illustrated T-shirts, and courtesy of the Spawn and Main Squeeze, a 4-CD set of surf-era instros. But the best part, after all, is being together.
Wherever you are today, I hope it’s as good a place as it can be.
Merry Christmas, everyone.