Sandi and I finally got together for breakfast yesterday morning. Wonder of wonders, the 43rd St. Deli parking lot was only about half-full. And there were plenty of empty tables. Methinks folks were actually in church on that Sunday before Christmas.
Yep, everybody wants that pony.
Sandi's dad is slowly on the mend; he has (had?) pericarditis. He is now home. Little Matthew is back home with his parents. And does not need to take antibiotics at all anymore. This is a blessing. Such a little guy to be so sick.
Sandi is hoping that Pat has some information on how she might be able to get a new course number for Jewelry class so that UF will pay for it. An independent study class shouldn't have to have a separate code every time you take it but, again, alas.
The Fairy Princess really needs to go outside. Probably looking for Santa.