Wet Christmas

I spent Christmas with Mike's family in NJ. We stayed overnight which was good since they were all up until 3:30 playing cards (I bowed out at 1 AM, still getting over my cold). Christmas eve was crisp and sunny, but Christmas here was gloomy and wet. On Saturday, it was 60 here. We went to Arthur Ave in the Bronx (the real little Italy) and picked up some pasta for fun. There was Christmas music blasting over loudspeakers, and many stores had lines going down the street (people buying their Christmas treats). We stood and ate a slice of pizza on a street corner next to some NYC firemen. So, now we are back home and Mike is working a few symbolic days until his job is over.