As for myself, I am grateful that I have continued in remission from MM. It will be two years in March since my stem cell transplant, and so far I feel terrific. Of course, this is month-to-month, and I keep waiting for the "Sword of Damocles" to eventually fall. But until then, yay!
We have had a wonderful Holiday Season, albeit a bit stressful. We were blessed to have the whole family visit us over Christmas. Holly and Ryan flew in from San Francisco on the Saturday before Christmas. Then Brian, Pam, and our 3-year old grandson, Logan, drove up from New Jersey on Christmas Eve.
|Logan and Sophie|
Over the past ten days, our fireplace has been constantly ablaze, as the winter weather has enveloped us. As in days of yore, the hearth has drawn our family together over these holiday times. We probably went through a half a cord of wood, but it has been so comfortable and satisfying for us to all gather around the fire and savor our time together.
As wonderful as this was, I'm getting a little old to spend a whole day braving the elements to tailgate and watch a Patriots game while freezing my ass off or soaking to the bone and then spending another two hours or more fighting traffic to get back home. Know what I mean? I think I'll pass on trying to go to a playoff game this year. A comfy seat in front of the TV beckons.
Today, everyone returned home, and we are now surrounded by a somewhat blissful silence. Ah, the sounds of silence! Tomorrow is New Years Eve, and we have no plans. There was a time when New Years Eve was a time of great excitement. One year as a child, I wanted to stay up for midnight, but my mom made me go to bed. I lay awake in an excited state until the bewitching hour, when I got up and went downstairs to celebrate somehow. My mother, who was still up, said "So what do you want to do?" So I decided to go outside and celebrate by throwing a snowball at midnight. God! What a dork I was.
As an adult, I used to host New Years Eve parties for many years. Wahoo! But times have changed. Now, I no longer have any desire to stay awake to ring in the New Year. I mean really, what is the difference between 11:59 and 12:01? Nada! I expect we will be in bed long before that witching hour. Goodnight everyone, and have a Happy New Year!