After the guys left, various cousins arrived, and we had a family Hanukkah party. Yes, I know, Hanukkah was over, but it was the only date that could be arranged for most attendees. The vast number of cousins scurried about Mom's house. My Dad's place as the alta-cocker who distributed presents (our habit was to have the eldest male give them out to the kids) was surplanted by Cousin Shellie; he and Uncle Joe argued about who was elder and Shellie turned out to be ahead by a bit. We ate there as well, and for a change, there was meat in the menu. Kosher, of course.
Home, afterwards, while forestcats prepared a Heritage book, we watched a couple more episodes of The Sopranos, finishing the disc.
I went to bed relatively early; I need to be rested, as my cousin Steve and I will be flying out of Ontario Airport very early Tuesday morning en route to Minnesota for the funeral. Out Tuesday morning, back Wednesday evening; I'm probably going to miss out on saying Happy Birthday to sekl, so I hope she gets all she wants from the day.
And off to work; we're going to be in a mess, trying to reschedule patients from the next two days...