Our usual December 28 ritual would have us sitting over a six million calorie feast of Cajun food at Jacques-Imo's on Maple Street in New Orleans - with 40 of Jo Ann's oldest and dearest frenz 'n fams. But nothing this year is usual. We'll be back at Jacques-Imo's next year, and we'll appreciate it more than ever as we remember how Jo Ann and I spent our bonnes anniversaries en 2008.
Tonight, we improvised the bday celebration. Before we dropped the lights and dropped the ante, Scott and Helen came by with three thick hunks o' cake from Alcove on Hillhurst - and a candle - so we could sing 'Happy Birthday' to Mommy. You can't actually burn a candle in a hospital, so Fred and Scott torched up flames using their Zippo lighter apps. A sweet moment in this, um, Wechseljahre ('transition year' as translated by Herr Fred Gillich).
Gotta run. Our room is ready!