I don't know about you, but where I'm sitting, Thanksgiving is over. I'm not some kind of wacko who lives by his home time zone even if thousands of miles away. Which means that it's now Christmastime, and will remain so until December 31. And I'm happy about that too, because Thanksgiving is kind of crap. I spent most of it right here working, and only ate with a handful of California Club refugees, huddled arpund a trash can fire upstairs. But now that it's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year™ I can prowl the town, sharply admonishing anyone who looks insufficiently cheerful. "Smile!" I hiss at them, "It's Christmas!"
Actually today was pretty nice. After dinner a few of us went to see Casablanca down in the square, and when we got back someone had made fresh apple pie. I'm going to sleep happy, to dream about being Humphrey Bogart. And eating pie.
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