This Time of the Year

Yesterday afternoon, there was football and napping on the couch, and roast chicken. I stayed off of Discord. I read (William Hope Hodgson, for the record), I rested. And around sunset, it hit me. I was happy. For real, no kidding happy.

Still feeling it. It'll go away tonight, I'm sure. That's okay. I can manage.

We'll have our family Christmas celebration next week. Dad's friends will get him to go out for New Year's Eve, and he'll ask if I want to go, and I'll decline when he answers "Well, yes" when I ask if people are going to be there.

Gosh, it is a beautiful Christmas morning.