It could be I just ruined the thread on the coaxial cable connection, making an efficient connection impossible. As a result, I had to call a repairman. But I’d had the help of my son, which made up for the bad luck. Life has its compensations.
I can still join in the frolic of Christmas time, what with a partner who is serving a traditional baked ham, and the whole immediate family will be here. They’ll want to know how the books are selling, and I’ll confess Amazon hasn’t been sending the royalty checks. Shame on them.
But it’s not just about making money; the spirit is here. It’s about the good things of life. May I see that.