Jon

Oscar Peterson's dead, bummer.

I'm sitting at home, eating leftover pasta puttanesca, waiting for UPS to come with my new toy.

Duck is defrosting in the sink, soon maybe I'll make the pickled cabbage salad, since that can be done in advance. Sometime after ironheadjane comes home, I'll pull the suitcase out of the closet and pack for tomorrow, and get to the post office, if it's still open, for some stamps. After that, I'll crisp-braise the duck, roast the potatoes, and make the port-wine pan sauce.

After that, dinner, and maybe a movie.

Tomorrow, Chinese food and A Christmas Story in hi-def at a friend's.