Up 6. Breakfast, coffee. Read to p. 90 Brooks, a few poems in Ric Caddel.
Therapy; off next week.
Called my uncle Anthony for Xmas. Called Bree in France, put Dad on w/ her family.
Read another 10 p. of Brooks, did this and that (dithered) for a while, but digital piano + accessories in car (actually, put the piano in last night, while it was raining; it’s a chore, and I knew it would be on my mind).
Left for Orange County around 2:30; not as much rain as expected. Listened to a CD of James Scott’s piano rags, and then worked on lyrics to Laura’s song in my head. Got somewhere on the bridge.
Filled up gas tank. Visited w/ my cousin Toni and Family in Mission Viejo about 3:30-5. Gave me cookies and focaccia to take back to dad. Went from there to my cousin Lynda’s for Christmas Eve — at this point, it’s more their friends, and some of her husband’s family, than “ours.” Still homey. Set up the keyboard, led the annual singalong of “That’s Amore” and “12 Days,” + played some carols w/ a friend of Lynda’s who took up her high school flute during lockdown. Decent tone, no “time” to speak of. Didn’t deprive myself at dinner, but didn’t go nuts — skipped the cake (but had cookies), didn’t drink after a little cup of punch.
Headed back around 9:30, listened to a rather good old(ish)-school hip-hop show on KPFK, home by 10:30; not much traffic.
Wrote in the poetry notebook. Lights out around 11.