Since Mr. George is rather sick, we sent him home, then settled down to a two-player round of Alhambra, which I won by about a lap. Now I'm thinking about sending Christmas cards and dogging J about buying some presents for various relatives of his he's forgotten about, despite the fact we've got checks from them sitting on our fridge. Tacky!
Right, tomorrow: nothing like Blade Runner for a little Christmas cheer. Anyone want to join us for a 6:10 show?