Sunday morning

I woke up at 7:00 AM on Sunday, disgusted with myself. I wasted a whole day! And, at 61 years old now, I ain't got that many days left.

I cleaned up the kitchen and put some eggs on to hard boil. My dish can hold six, so I always make seven. Why? Because one of them will always have the yolk too close to the edge and it splits. This way you get a perfect six (well, usually...)

I shaved and showered and then got dressed. The eggs were cool enough then to cut up. So I sliced then up, and put the yolks in a bowl. After mashing them with a fork, I added mayonnaise, horseradish and a little pinch of dried dill. I covered them with cling wrap, put them in the trunk to keep cool and headed out for my Christmas dinner.

I was headed for my friend B___'s house. Today is the first day his kids, their beaus and his brother were all available. So, today is Christmas!

So, we ate and drank and generally partied down. The menu included ham, scalloped potatoes, Brussels sprouts (with capers) and biscuits. We also had a delicious currant wine with dinner. B___'s wife appreciated the deviled eggs (I knew she would as Germans and Polish people share a lot of the same likes and dislikes in food). There is, however, no explaining French people's tastes...

I left there about 5:30 PM and drove home with a dinner plate of food and my now empty deviled egg dish.

I called him to let him know I made it safely home (I think that's just polite) and then started reading. About 8:00 PM, I ate a lot of the leftovers (still good the second time) and read until bedtime.

I had a great time (thanks for letting me borrow your family) and went to sleep a much more content and happy man!