Merry Xmas

Merry Xmas. Should be Merry Texmas, but times being what they are. Pa Wetzel rang me up this morning, “Can you see the sun from your window? We’ll watch the eclipse.” From last night’s big party: “they make better puppets when they’re toasted.” [Talking about some kind of bread roll] and, “it’s a song, you know… ‘walking in my winter under wear.'” But everyone seemed a bit disturbed, offended those delicate California sensibilities, when I suggested underwear was, in fact, in Texas, a seasonal thing.