Another postponed holiday family outing, so for anyone who is home, I’m with you. Talked for two hours with my mother, Ann, widower to widow, still struggling. I’m listening to the radio (Nancy Wilson singing ‘Oh, Holy Night’) reading (‘Body, Remember’ Kenny Fries moving memoir about his life growing up with congenital birth defects, gay and Jewish). No live performances around town, but, it’s raining I’m going to stroll down to Rittenhouse Square to look at the community Christmas tree and the Menorah.