It’s Christmas Eve Day, and we’re settled in for the time being. Three of us are napping; the fourth is watching football. A winter storm warning is in effect, so there will definitely be a white Christmas. I’ve had my daily nap and done my arm exercises. Arm-anda complains about them, but does as she is told.
Later we’ll go to services at Earl’s church and then enjoy a late supper with friends at our home. It’s a far cry from the Christmases where I was raising children and an even farther one from my own upbringing. Excitement and exhaustion were the hallmarks of those holidays. This year – with the curtailment of my activities these past several weeks – everything is more laid back, even reflective.
Breast cancer surgery is behind me and radiation is before me. Regardless, right now all is calm.