Sorry I didn’t write; you know how it is, the day just gets away from you. I had to work very hard, very long, very late on Wednesday night. then I stopped off for a quick drink and everyone was dozing off so I went home. Overslept my usual wake-up time but was still at a deficit, full of confused thoughts and a scampering headache that hid behind the furniture of my mind when I tried to catch it. It was warm and clear, very picturesque, with the snow still in patches on the ground. A sentimental Christmas picture.
I went down and opened up the church and made coffee for myself, the pastor, and his wife; and then we celebrated a quiet Christmas day service with about sixty others. Locked up, went home, and ended up sleeping some more.
I woke up still weary, groggier and still chasing that headache. Pulled myself together for Christmas dinner. I got to my friends’ house just as the other guests arrived. They were dressed up; I was in jeans and a sweatshirt. The home was beautiful and the dinner was lovely and the conversation was interesting, irritating, amusing and bizarre (sequentially, not simultaneously), and before I knew it it was getting dark. The teenage son played with his Wii which is really a more wholesome activity than one would think. I left a little after six, after a lovely dessert.
Stopped off at another friend’s house for a minute and ended up staying for hours, through another Christmas dinner and dessert. Grandma had been discharged from rehab and she and her care-giver were there. Daughter was browsing the internet for a puppy for her brother to adopt. My friend dozed in the chair. It got to be after ten and I went home. Straight to bed.
That’s all for now. It’s another day, I’m still tired and groggy but it seems like the headache is gone.
