So, here's the story. I didn't write this morning, as it is Christmas (just what does that mean exactly) and M was surprisingly up when the dogs and I got back. I took it slow on the dog walk and let them sniff and play. I figured we had the time. I didn't expect M to be up. But she was sicker, apparently, and miserable. (She had gotten home the evening before with a very bad sore throat. I had her gargle with salt water. She went to church and was fairly game but made it clear it hurt VERY MUCH to swallow. She didn't -- and doesn't -- have a fever.) Anyway she was so miserable she wasn't even interested in opening presents and I kind of made her get over herself enough to do that. And she perked up a bit and then faded away. She has been sleeping all day. It is now after 3. Needless to say we did not go to the dV's for dinner, and J has insisted on bringing up a plate to me which I expect she will do in the next hour or so.
Today has been peaceful, and kind of boring, but as long as I don't think Oh! It's Christmas! and have certain expectations about it, I am fine. My mindset is funky odd enough, I can handle it okay, and it was a relief not to rush into the rigmarole of making mousse pie and carrots to bring to the dV's but I also did very much miss getting together with them all for dinner.
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