Christmas Eve
Side benefit from being the primary drinker of Frank’s Egg Nog…
freedom from residual back aches. That would be Susan’s back
not mine.
With fewer folks, Christmas was much more subdued, but also more focused. The sickies rallied, while the stalwarts waited, sometimes not so patiently. Presents were rich and stunning, with two that merit honorable mention, according to Matthew. A pair of fuzzy dice for his car, and a shower radio with a fogless mirror. As if his showers are not already long enough.
It’s 10:30 PM and Susan just said to me, “If you don’t hear me stirring by… . ”
I cut her off, with, “I was about to say that to you.” We have to leave for the airport by 6 AM and I guess neither one of us sets an alarm.
Noon
We’ve quarantined ourselves, calling various friends and family to warn
them today is not the day for a visit. This impacts Matthew the most, who
will spend the afternoon at Flo’s, opening presents with his cousins, then the evening here, for celebrations with Susan and his infirm parents.
Susan has continued to forge forward by providing for all the sickies. This morning she cooked Jim’s famous Christmas Eve Soup. I shouldn’t have, but I ate two bowls full. God bless Susan’s flexible spirit and immune system. She fully intends to consume her share of egg nog tonight, and everyone else’s. Cheers!
P.S. Fried brain cells prevent coherent blog entries. So be it.