And it has finally, almost, hit home to me how little time there is left—till Christmas, that is. Maybe it’s because I’ve been living on the brink for so long and the best, only solution has been to do nothing, that is, stay home, away from everything, hang in there. I guess that’s what I’ve been doing about Christmas.

Nothing.

Not a good choice.

I’ll try to do something today.

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I did. Quite a lot. Until I was too tired. But nothing is ever finished.

Sigh, and smile, if you can. I am truly blessed. I know that. I just complain a lot.

It was a god day, and I’m still here.