Good Christmas morning to you all from the Saturday Morning Home Repair shop and the ad hoc cadre of construction professionals and gifted amateurs that gathers round to make interesting comments and helpful suggestions.
If you have been exceptionally naughty this year, Santa may have gifted you with the sound of a toilet that won't stop gurgling this morning, and this is the only shop that is open.
Actually, this is more like Christmas decoration lights left on overnight than an open shop. But if you call the emergency number, someone will answer.
I was fortunate to be with 4 generations of my birth family on Thursday for a rare gathering. Mom is 85, now a tiny bird of a woman, she comes and goes from the present moment to drifting clouds. She was very glad to see me, but then later that evening she wondered aloud where Random was, after her second glass of wine.
My daughter and her guy drove 1000 miles through that west coast storm system to get here, delayed almost a day by snow, caught on that same stretch of I40 west of Flagstaff AZ that nearly ate my lunch a few years ago.
Wishing happiness to all of you.