I was speaking with a 79 year old woman just now. Lovely lady, although a crooked wig distracted from her fine features. Anyway, she said her stress has been very high. When I asked her about it, she said her husband has been in a nursing home for eight years, with Parkinson's and dementia, and now he doesn't recognize her anymore. So sad! THEN she said her favorite sister, who she's spoken with on the phone every night for as long as she can remember, came down with fungal pneumonia (needless to say, not good) three weeks ago and they are taking her off life support today. For Pete's sake. Right before Christmas? I couldn't help myself. We hugged it out.
Count your blessings, my lambs, and hug someone you love today.
Fuck me if these goddamned holidays don't make me maudlin every year!