We had a fabulous, overdone Christmas lunch on Sunday at my mother's place, complete with pig-quarter (roasted to perfection), many, many noodle salads, and possibly the best dumplings to grace the face of the earth. The pudding was forgotten until later in the evening during games of Pictionary and Jenga.
But we're off to the beach today and I am being hauled out the door - so all I'll say is this: Francesca has been delayed by the inevitable weather conditions of Montreal, and is only on her way to Chicago now, three and a half hours later than scheduled. She probably won't make tonight's SFO flight, so we will expect her for Thursday morning instead of Wednesday, alas. But on the bright side, more time to go and get the mattress pad for the sofa bed! No, that's not much of a bright side, is it. The beach beckons.
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