Ribless

Isn’t there a song titled “Have Yourself a Lonely Little Christmas?”  Maybe there ought to be.
With Kathy still in Albany, I’m flying solo for the holidays.  I haven’t put out decorations, raised a tree, sent cards, or even bought presents for anyone, but I’m doing my best to raise a bit of cheer.  Right now I’m wearing a bright red holiday shirt!  A standing rib roast is traditional in my family for Christmas Eve, so I actually cooked one just for myself, along with various trimmings.  It shoul...