I overdid it on the bread-baking a little bit.
It was enjoyed, though.
MawMaw's couch, which I spend a great deal of time on, has a new cover.
This white chocolate sunflower walnut bark was awesome.
I tried my best to be in the Christmas spirit.
In reality, I was broken. I had learned of someone's death from COVID at midnight, and didn't sleep. I was in severe pain, risking my health, and feeling very much like I should have stayed in bed. I didn't last long. I ate a plate of food, gave my gifts, and went home. I cried most of the time I was awake.
The days leading up to Christmas were more pleasant. I was still in severe pain, because I always am. That never changes. But, I was able to participate in several online santa exchanges, sending gifts to a few people, and receiving a few gifts in return. I'm not going to bother with pictures. I'm tired. I also made a lot of candy and desserts, and passed them around to family and friends, as usual.
Kayla sent a grocery gift card. John sent an online Nintendo game subscription. I have snacks, and I may never leave my home again now that I'll have unlimited access to Super Mario Bros.
I also received an unexpected $100 from a page on Twitter that trolls the psychotic new site Parler. I laugh at some of the stuff they post, although most of it is very troubling, as it is extremist nationalism. I do not have an account there, mind you, I am only following the Tweeter that makes fun of Parler. At any rate, that person, who asks to remain anonymous, sent me and a dozen others $100, which was very kind, and incredibly needed since I had $15.00 in the bank at that moment. I also received some $$$ from a dear friend after Christmas, which has also been a tremendous help. I appreciate that at times when I am struggling, people appear in my life who lift me up, whether financially or otherwise. I don't take that for granted, and I do everything I can to pay it forward as often as I am able to.
This hasn't been the worst Christmas by any stretch. I've been through way worse, including bedbound illness, homelessness, and more. I don't want to think about it or talk about it, but I recall enough to maintain the perspective that I am currently safe and surviving, albeit, in poor physical condition.
I am grateful, and I will keep trying.