Pleasant

Life is rather pleasant right now.

My Pats have a 21-0 lead in the third and clinch the AFC East with a Miami loss tomorrow.

The 'rents came over for a lunch/dinner (would that be Lunner or Dinch?) today. Darling wife made her specialty dirty risotto with sausage and pancetta, and we had plenty of my favorite chard and a lit Christmas tree and swingin' platters from Bing and Frank and Nat King Cole and Brenda Lee and et al on the juke.

I'm alive and, if not filthy rich, at least able to cover the bills. The bills of our new house.

Can't complain.