For those of us who don’t celebrate Christmas, it’s a strange time of year. It surrounds and permeates everything. In the past it felt even more exclusionary, but these days the very fact that it’s everywhere for so much longer than it used to be kind of mellowed it out to some extent.

To some extent.

But that said, I still wish everyone celebrating the most wonderful of celebrations, the kind that Hallmark movies are made of, if that’s your thing.

Besides that whole Christmas Eve vibe, I was able to visit my mom yesterday. For me, her eyes were closed, but I told her about the sky, the kind she likes with glowing gray clouds, and when I came back after my dad’s turn, she was facing the window.

Eyes still closed.

Though she did open them for my dad, he told me. So maybe she looked outside while I was gone.

We’re back to one at at time. Hopefully she’ll return to rehab before they cut it down to one per day.

Anyway, that’s it for me. Have a great Friday (or Christmas Eve) and a wonderful weekend (or Christmas through Boxing Day).

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