We can hear the angels sing, Curtis. And they sound good.
Yes, they do. It's an exceptionally beautiful picture and song. Merry, merry Christmas. Born-Again Christmas was greatly loved here. So many thanks. Interesting morning; snow is on the way. Jane received the metal detector she wanted so much and I have high hopes for what she'll be discovering. Later on we will be visiting Caroline's cousin Christine and her family. Having more of a family for Jane to know was one of the main reasons we returned to Pennsylvania, so that will be very nice. They often have a friend visiting them whose career combined admissions office work at Swarthmore College with his real passion -- working on the professional tango circuit. I still have a lot to learn about tango, all of which will be put purely to academic use. I began the morning by watching The Manchurian Candidate, an oddly appropriate Christmas movie. The acting, directing and writing is so good and the mood develops so consistently and powerfully that I have a hard time imagining the actors interacting as real people between takes, as they must have done. I hope you, Angelica and Juliet all have a very good day. And, by the way, I read An Horatian Ode earlier this week. Thanks for that also. Curtis