Storm Warnings

For those of you tracking the latest Storm of the Century of the Week as it lumbers up the Eastern Seaboard, I note that what Orgle Manor received yesterday afternoon barely even made for a creditable dusting. Feh. I want my money back.

Anyhoo, it is a time-honored tradition that the Family Robbo and the Family LMC spend New Year's Eve together, generally sitting about and gossiping while enjoying adult beverages until somebody realizes it's about 11:57 pm and we suppose we'd better turn on the damned teevee and see if the semi-animated corpse of Dick Clark has been wheeled out of cryo again.

This year the festivities will be held at Orgle Manor. I had been assuming that it was just going to be another small, casual family gathering, but over the past couple days I've been picking up some radio chatter suggesting that Mrs. Robbo actually has something else up her sleeve and that a flurry of stop-by-for-a-drink invitations recently extended among our friends are suddely going to coalesce into a full-blown Category 4 party.