Another Christmas season, how strange they seem...

 Well, that's pretty much it.

I dropped a table on my foot Saturday and managed to severely bruise 2 toes. I do not think it's broken or my foot would be blue and swollen 3x the normal size. This toenail is definitely turning gray and will fall off.

Fibromyalgia is kicking my ass again, as usual. The change in the weather always does me in. I need dry heat or dry cold. Humidity is simply evil.

I'm waiting for someone to arrive to help me with financial papers, my god what a mess. I can't seem to complete things now without help. How I hate asking for it. Always did. The waiting and the word "no." They follow me around like little demons.

So, I have to limp and put up Christmas items in the window. Not sure about the lights. I might take down the orange and white I had for Halloween and Thanksgiving. Pumpkins and orange seem to work thru November. Now it's red, gold, and green. Red, gold, and green. Boy George is laughing somewhere. (if you're old enough to get the Karma Chameleon reference, go brush your gray hair LOL.)

Tomorrow, my newest black cat goes for dental treatment. Poor thing. I've been calling him Mr. Boo part 2, but I really have to start seeing him as an entirely different cat, and not a Dexter substitute. 12 years and I still miss my little booger boy. He died on Christmas night, about 10 minutes before December 26th. 

Sigh. Rituals. Landscapes. 

Feels the same, but somehow different. 

Mostly empty.