We celebrated Christmas with our friends the Webjeks on the weekend. Between work schedules, assorted commitments, vacations, and the Olympics this was the first weekend available. We ate a lot. We had turkey, stuffing, salad, veggies, red cabbage, cranberries, potatoes, gravy, wine, and two kinds of pie. In short, a traditional Christmas meal on the first day of spring. We shared in the cooking duties as well as clean up. The next morning we ate again. Then we went out for a walk on a local lake under a glorious blue sky. We came back to the house and ate again. As my friend Sylvia said, "I ate so much I think I cracked a rib." It was good to see them and share the season. It was belated by the calendar, but not by any standard that honestly means anything. It is any day you chose to have it. I am grateful for the time with our friends, the food we prepared and enjoyed together, and for the wonderful weather that allowed us to spend time in the fresh air. I am stuffed stupid, and I am grateful.