I've been asleep for the last two days. The 'sleeping migraines' are coming more often and lasting longer.
I must be getting in shape for 'the Big Sleep'.
Steve is angry with me for not being able to keep up with him, but if I get up I throw up. He doesn't like that, either,
Stumpy stays in bed with me , and her comfort is good for me.
I've done very little in preparation for Christmas, except to put up a tree and do the yard nativity set at Creekside. I think Steve hates Christmas. He grumbles about having to do anything for decorations, he doesn't like the music, and he doesn't like to shop for presents. He never seems happy with the things I get him, and he never gets anyone else anything. He's just an old Scrooge.
This will probably be my last Christmas, and it's depressing for me. Steve will probably just throw away all my decorations after I'm gone. My blow mold set alone is worth thousands of dollars, but he won't want to fool with it.
A lot of tradition will be gone.
But I'm here now.
For a while.
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