We took a Super Shuttle home, first stopping at a fellow passenger's duplex in north Dallas. The weather was palpably warmer than in Kansas City. Once home, I drove to my office. I spent a couple of hours getting things done. I headed home again, where we had a nice dinner of turkey spaghetti, which was more substantial than the Quaker Lower Sugar instant oatmeal I had for breakfast or the two string cheese sticks and a home-made cinnamon biscotti I had for lunch. This biscotti was made by one of my wife's step-mother's step-nieces (i.e., the step-daughter of my wife's step-mother's brother), one of those modern levels of serial-matrimony consanguinity that might coin a term like step-cousin-twice-removed. The young woman in question, a freshman in university, is one of those kind people that anyone would want for a cousin, no steps attached.
The holiday mail brought a card in the shape of a snow globe from a cousin's family, as well as the opening of some gifts here. I was delighted with a box I got from afar,and deeply pleased with Winter pajamas and a small AM/FM pocket radio I received. This last shall serve me well as a cell phone alterantive when I wish to consume words or music as I walk.
I have a busy three days planned, and then it is already New Year's.