I’m sitting in Nina’s living room, and pilfering someone else’s wi-fi! And Nina and Toby don’t have wi-fi… I’m picking it up from a neighbor two houses down. Two houses down!! Oh, how I looooove my Mac!! Thank you, Larry, for helping me pick it out! And thank you, Cassie, for convincing me with just you’re Mac-crazy attitude that Mac is the way to go.

We’re just sitting here, Nina, Stephen (her son and my nephew) and I — Toby’s gone to bed — with a small fire going in the fireplace, "Jack Frost" keeping the temps down and all Christmasy outside, and "The Bishop’s Wife" playing on the dvd. Life is good!

We just passed the scene where the Sylvester (Cary Grant) and the Bishop’s wife were visiting with the Professor, and the sherry bottle and glasses keep getting magically refilled. After Sylvester (the angel) leaves, the sherry bottle refills again…. and I made a comment Stephen insisted I write down. I said, "That must be quite an angel. He must be Episcopalian."

If you have to ask what that means, you’re not a Baptist.