Last night while the house was filled to the window-edges with people shouting over Elf, Dad and I hung out upstairs watching Captain Beefheart and Frank Zappa songs on Youtube.
Got a text from Spencer at 1am. . . Sardines in Cedar Lodge. . . too tired. Signs of aging?
Good lunch with Cliff. Basically spaced on trying to get in touch with most other folks I planned on. Still need to figure out a christmas-ready set for Sunday. And all that.