Sunday: more of the same. Trying to help with Mom DVD and then retreating to room to implode. I really was doing well, and now the Holidays with a capital H are crowding in. I am not unhinging but there is a screw loose.
Made things for people, because that seems to be what I do nowadays. Everything is homemade. It seems to carry more meaning that way. Decorated tree, but decided not to put any real ornaments on it. Too painful, as they're almost all from Mom. Tree is a very beautiful and unoffensive lighty thing with neutral glass orbs.