It is the day after Christmas and I don’t quite know what to do with myself. There are a few projects that need finished, but my heart isn’t in it. Perhaps Larry has an idea for the day. {Even though he is working}

What is it about the after Christmas-let down? What do we do with the bubbly friends who are just so…perky? Strangle them? Just joking.

Everyone was very wonderful to us this year, if you discount the sad puppy dog faces saying, “I am so sorry that you have cancer again.” It happens a lot. The sad puppy face. I tell myself that it means that this person cares about me. Ignore the pity. They CARE.

Yesterday Larry and I hiked. {a short hike} and came home to our annual prime rib dinner. Mashed potatoes, Broccoli casserole and Buche du Noel for dessert. The day drained me physically and mentally. It was the most frustrating thing EVER, but dinner was scrumptious.

Larry has been wonderful. He has been cooking, cleaning and he changes my bullet wound twice a day. When they took the catheter out of my chest, the wound left, looks like a bullet wound. {disgusting} Larry volunteered to change it for me. FOR ONE MONTH! I always knew that he was a “boob” man. Go on. Smile.

I wish you a happy day. Keep smiling and remember “Don’t burn the Buche du Noel at both ends.

Love you BEYOND the moon.

Me