Owing to a looming trial date, it turns out that I am not going to be able to accompany Mrs. Robbo and the gels to Flahrduh to visit her parents for Christmas as planned.

Drat.  I had hoped to get around this.

Oh, well.  In the making lemonade department, we will instead have a Port Swiller Family Christmas Dinner the Sunday before.  We’ll also decorate a tree, which we weren’t going to bother doing if no one was going to be home.

And another small consolation is that I’ll be able to slip off to Midnight Mass in my home parish without having to worry about waking anybody up.