We made a big dinner at Kari-Shane's for a small party: Mike and Michelle up from Ohio, Larry and Joyce, and David came in at the last minute from Minnesota after a call from KSD. I talked with Jen and Steve out thataway, too, trying to get them to come out, but Jen said she couldn't leave the girls at the substance-abuse house alone on New Year's Eve, and so we admired her for her logic. Dinner was rich, with the huge steaks Kari-Shane had cut from the several pounds of prime rib we'd bought the day before, potatoes, greens, salads, and good wines. And then just hours of friendly chat, deep conversations, and tipsy arguments picked for the fun of it. And since four out of the seven were ethicists, the arguments were wonderfully detailed, if occasionally insane. When KSD told Michelle she'd burn a copy of a CD for her, I smelled blood in the water and gave a mighty yell for all the other sharks to start circling. :-)
So. After that, time to write, relax and read some fiction, lots of long-distance calls (one great day of them with Paul Taylor calling from Victoria, Erik Goldschmidt from Boston, and Kevin Fleming from somewhere on the road in Ohio), and helping a Chinese friend with his English school applications. The only thing that sucks is that the coffeehouses here are on very limited hours with the students being gone.