Greetings, my fellow port swillers and a continued Merry Christmas!

It’s the mid-day lull at the moment, with the gels in their post-excitement comas and still an hour or two until the dins cycle gets seriously started – as I look up, I behold my nice roast quietly soaking in its herbal rub and smelling divine.  Even if I foozle the roasting part, I consider this to be a win.

Would that I’d thought to get in some vodka, I’d probably be deep into another bloody mary by now.   Oh, well…..