The Count Down to Christmas Has begun

My mother, 88-year-old, self-appointed personal meteorologist, has (between weather updates,) taken to counting down the days until Christmas…because I need more stress.

Why is the impending holiday a source of anxiety for me? I’ve been volunteered to host the family gathering, by my daughter, the one with chronic debilitating migraines and OCD. I love her with every fiber of my being, but she’s not a reliable helper.

Please enjoy this limerick, which offers a progress update as of last night:

I am hosting the holiday meal. 
I will tell you how that makes me feel. 
Cooking is a chore
I disdain to my core.
Ahh! Oops… nearly cut off my finger, now everyone has to help.
Ha, f*cking, ha.

In news unrelated to the holiday happenings in my house:

Elon Musk (Space-Karen,) is suspending Twitter accounts belonging to mainstream journalists, and others who criticize him. $8 free-speech is limited to flattery. I’m a tiny account, but I find myself “ghost banned,” which (I think,) means I can not interact with ghosts. I did Nazi that coming. Musk is the man, and that’s not a compliment. Regardless, I suppose I owe him a debt of gratitude for ghost-busting my 90 year old house.

Ghost, beneath
“Swear.” ~Hamlet

In closing,

Horatio
“O day and night, but this is wondrous strange. ~Hamlet