His hand is pretty painful, painful enough he can't do some things, though it's not nerves or anything like that -- pain from the wound that will heal over time.
He cracked jokes and laughed this morning.
I have made arrangements to buy a 7 lb pork butt to make pulled pork out of. There will be loads of left-overs, that can be included in the New Year's Eve posole. I have to find the right bag in which to brine it first. Think, think, think.
Now I'm contemplating (low fat) eggnog and wondering, rum? bourbon? brandy? Before I am taken to task for even thinking low fat eggnog, Imma gonna say that the traditional very thick stuff isn't to the taste of either of us. It covers up the flavor of the liquor for one thing. For another, it's, well, thick, and neither of us care for that.
Christmas, please, please, please! is going to be lovely. I have been looking forward to it. I still have gift shopping to do though. But it's been wet and nasty-dark the last couple of days. Windy and cold too. Today, it's all foggy. And not that special and magical fog of New Orleans, for instance. Clammy and mean, instead.