1) Today is Pearl Harbor Day. My parents made their first trip to Hawaii in the mid-1970s (I was about to say 1977, but I know for certain it was Rome that year) and brought me back a paperback photo book all about the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. That’s how I learned about the “day that will live in infamy.”
2) I’ve been looking forward to this weekend for a long time. I have Etiquetteer’s Repeal Day Celebration tonight, and for the first time it is SOLD OUT. I have a visiting friend from Vermont, a haircut, and a Hanukkah party tomorrow. I have a Christmas brunch with my best friends and then a Christmas party in New Hampshire (!) on Sunday. And now I have . . . a cold!
2a) I could feel it starting after lunch yesterday. One blow in a handkerchief slowly became an omnipresent drip, and I began sneezing with greater than usual ferocity and frequency.
2b) If we ever cast Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs at the office, while some might be tempted to cast me as Grumpy or Dopey - hell, as Tallulah or Phyllis Diller! - the only possible role for me is Sneezy.
3) Last night my third floor neighbor brought down my dinner (part of our sharing economy) and the children came, too, full of curiosity and high spirits. The Young Master (who is not yet three) said they had a Christmas tree upstairs and was looking for mine. I pointed out my big vases of holly from the garden, which just aren’t quite the same thing.