Nothing witty today from me. In the closed office catching up on reading. And eating what may be the first blueberry bagel I've ever found in New York. You pick up all sorts of filthy habits in college. But anyway, via bookforum, I came across this fantastic, aptly-fluffy-for-Boxing-Day article from the Boston Globe on forgotten Christmas superstitions. My favorite is: "If you can find a kneeling donkey on Christmas Eve, and make the sign of the cross on its back, you will get your heart's desire." Religion is totally not ridiculous. Also, according to the article, I can look forward to a year of fevers, toothaches, and - big shock here - no marriage. That bagel was good, though.