It was a sleep-in morning, a result I suspect of the sumptuous meal I ate yesterday as well as having been up late watching the Patriots demolish the Jets. The Pats scored three touchdowns in 52 seconds, two of them so extraordinary they have to be seen to be appreciated. Even the announcers said they had never seen the like of those two touchdowns.

It is again a cloudy day, the latest in a long string of cloudy days, but I don’t care. I’ll just keep taking my vitamin D to compensate! I have no plans for the day except to loll around and read. I do need bread so I may venture out later. I might even do a wash, but that might just be going a bit too far.

I’m a sucker for Christmas movies. As sugary as some are, I watch them anyway. The Hallmark channel is either the best or the worst depending upon your holiday movie taste. Every Hallmark movie has a happy ending. Despite the impeding divorce or estrangement, you know right from the start that everything will work out in the end, and the couple still love each other. It just takes a push from Hallmark to remind them. I love A Christmas Carol, and I watch any version though Alastair Sim is my favorite Scrooge of all. I even watch Christmas horror movies, probably to counteract all that sugar. I have some favorites. Jack Frost is at the top. No, not the Jack frost with Michael Keaton, but the one with the murdering snowman bent on revenge. My mother and I first happened on it late one Christmas Eve, and we stayed up to watch the whole movie. Gremlins is another. I always laugh at the scene of the gremlins sitting in the movie theater eating popcorn, watching Sleeping Beauty and singing along with Heigh-Ho, Heigh-Ho. Last night I watch Homecoming: A Christmas Story, the very first movie about the Waltons. I’ll admit I really enjoyed it. The kids fight and call each other names, and I can relate to that. Though it wasn’t Hallmark, it still had a happy ending. I always think Christmas deserves a happy ending.