Christmas has never been my greatest time of year.
I've mentioned that before.
And yet, year after year I really try.
I don't know what it is, but I don't think I am supposed to have a great Christmas.
Thursday is the day my sis and our kids are to get together to make cookies.
We try every year.
Last year the weather was supposed to be bad so it didn't happen.
Now, this year, it is supposed to be bad again.
Hope to hell, it's nice.
Tomorrow Honeyman is finally going to the doctor to address some possibly major medical issues.
I am worried about that.
So far, every thing we worry about with him has turned out to be minor.
But, I know some day it won't turn out that way.
So, I have spent more time worrying about him and less time doing what I need to be doing.
I hate stress.
Sometimes it's all I can do not to curl up into a ball in bed and never get up.
I know no one really wants to read a bunch of whiny shit so I try not to do that.
Maybe I will feel better tomorrow.
I hope so.