The 23rd was my son's birthday at home, the night I always served lasagna and we did the family gift thing. So I was teary all day. But I "cooked " a big turkey breast with mashed potatoes, gravy, and broccoli. I say "cooked" because it turns out it was already cooked, which I didn't know because the label was in Spanish. Christmas Eve was drinks and snacks at the clubhouse. We had the gift swap thing, where you can pick a wrapped gift or steal someone else's. We scored a huge bottle of sparkling Santa Claus wine, and a pottery luminaria (candle holder). And Christmas morning Ron and I exchanged gifts: he bought me a new sink for my yet-to-be-built new bathroom, a gorgeous Mexican one. I only got him a coffee mug with Ella's photo on it: we'd already got each other the new stove and weren't supposed to spend much but he cheated.
Christmas dinner at the clubhouse was terrific! Tons-O-food, 50+ diners, and quite jolly. And they made gravy!
Then I got sick: shaking chills, fatigue, achy. Lasted til today. Better now.
So it's over and I intend to try to shake this depressed funk I've been in. There's a minus tide shortly and we're going to the beach!
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