Big news: I shipped off the Afghanistan book to the client today. The feeling of release has yet to set in, as neither the author nor the publisher have provided any feedback.

I can now move on to my next self-appointed task: sorting Edmund’s work files. The highest priority there is identifying all material related to his last project for Innocence Canada, and sending it to their office in Toronto. The rest are mostly if not all Legal Aid cases, and my responsibility there is just to stash them somewhere clean, dry and secure for a year (I think). The Glory Hole will be perfectly adequate for that.

The Stratford Christmas dinner will take place at my house because I have the least portable elements of the feast, to wit: the goose, the pudding, and the custard. The Elizabeth Street contingent may bring a ham (!) as well as the veg and the wine. I foresee a general digestion alert in the aftermath of all that.