My wife called at 6, as I drove home. She suggested we fend for ourselves for dinner, as she wished to Christmas shop. I drove to El Pollo Loco. I had the cheese enchilada plate with an extra chicken breast. It was all good, but next time I will just order the chicken plate.
I had originally intended to attend a harp concert of holiday tunes at the Allen Public Library, but instead I find myself at home watching "It's a Wonderful Life". I did take some time to throw Beatrice's stuffed carrot toy, which she enjoyed.
Tomorrow, the high temperature is to be 22 degrees C. +. By the next morning, it is to be - 4 degrees C. I plan to enjoy the weather tomorrow before the cold arrives.
I read up on Barbara Stanwyck. I did not learn much I did not know. But I am always struck by the stories of how she "came out of the box" a professional actress despite a difficult childhood, and already she had figured out how to act in plays and films, without formal training. The stories described how she was beloved by cast and crew, and yet how her politics were a variant of "I brought myself up by my bootstraps and everyone else should, too". This last reminded me of the anecodotal bias so many of us experience, including myself, treating one's own anecdotal events as a basis for this or that universal rule.
I like scarves and Clementines.
