Skipper is here. His back is killing him, but he is here. And elfing :)
My one concession to fake trees is that I spent my fifth Christmas in the hospital. My mom got a Charlie-Brown-chic fake tree for my hospital room. I woke up Christmas morning to find a manual typewriter underneath it, and I was perplexed, because how had Santa gotten into the hospital when it didn’t have a chimney? That tree decorated our living room every year until I went to college, when I absconded with it for my dorm room, and it continued as my tree until the Woman and I bought a tree together, at which point I returned it to my mom. She still has it, as far as I know.
I used to be acquainted with the chaplain of a fire department near my hometown. He said something I’ve never forgotten: “A firefighter is the type of person willing to run into a building that every other living thing, including the cockroaches, is running out of.”
I’m not gonna complain about a Mrs. Angelini sighting!
Ah, yes, the holiday season. Also known as “ooh, pretty, sparkly things dangling from this object I can climb into!” season.
Yeah, I’m expecting to start experiencing that particular season by proxy any time now.
“Dare you trust the music of the fridge?”
Skipper update: back hurts. Head hurts less. Still dizzy from time to time. Overall, concussions suck.
But the hunt is on for a new wheelchair lift van nonetheless and I’m hoping to have that locked down before too long. If any of you are bored during the day, I could use some help with the search.
You have a great deal of faith in modern-day city bus drivers.
Hi all. Discharged from hospital. Returning to NC tomorrow. Head hurts but otherwise intact. More details later when not typing on my phone
Prayers requested from Orb. In hospital in Mansfield Ohio following serious car accident. Van totaled. I am going to be ok, though. More details later