Dorothy and I just aren't with it this year. No Christmas cards have been sent yet. I haven't plugged in the exterior lights. (They're still up from last year, even the year before that; come to think of it, they've been up there for a long time. All I have to do is plug them in. Maybe tomorrow, Monday at the latest.) We haven't even put up the tree yet. Last night I suggested waiting until Christmas Eve, and she didn't even object. I know! I'll get out my Nat King Cole Christmas CD and pour us some egg nog spiked with just a little rum. Think that will help?