Holidays and All

We had a very strange holiday season.

It started off pleasantly. I scaled waaayyy back from all the nuttiness figuring that I shouldn’t do stuff that doesn’t make me happy. So, no cookies, no personalized presents to the old aunties, no gifts to all of Ian’s teachers and aides. There were scaled back gifts for everyone, because, really, we don’t need anything.

I didn’t even do Christmas cards this year. That was a hard one to skip, because about fifteen years ago I started a binder with plastic sheets preserving every year’s card, newsletter, notes to Santa, and my own shopping list. I imagined presenting this binder with twenty years of memories to Jonah sometime in the future, and he would be so very grateful. (yeah) Well, I think fifteen years is enough.

With my reduced list of chores and simplified shopping list, I was sailing into Christmas nicely. I finished my writing chores for the month early, too. And then… Steve got sick. He got really, really sick. And ended up in the hospital for two days. It was a virus that went haywire into a bacterial infection of the gut, not appendicitis like they originally thought. Family pitched in, and we’re all cool now.

Steve’s back at work, and I’m starting my research on a new article. I need to get a jump start on it this week, because next week, we’re going to Yale. Their child study team is going to do a two-day evaluation on Ian. More on that later.

I’m in a bloggy mood, so I’ll be around all week. Hope you’re all doing well.


4 thoughts on “Holidays and All

  1. Wow, no cookies? Baking is the only thing makes me feel like I’m alive. That might be partly because of the rule that chardonnay drunk while baking does not count against the two drink per day cap.


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