I'm feeling much better about my choices this year. I have decided not to spend Christmas with my mother (going to BFF's house instead). Long story short, she had a little too much champagne on Thanksgiving* and ended up screaming at me on the street that she had a six figure income and lived in a million dollar condo and she didn't need me or my brother and some other really ugly shit. Great behavior in a not so great neighborhood in DC. I finally got her into an Uber and home. Next day she gets mad at me and accuses me of treating her house like a hotel because I had made plans to have lunch with a friend. Conversation then devolved into her telling me that I'm a horrible person (which she has done about once a year since my dad died).

I kept it cool until I left the next day, but I am just not going to deal with that shit. I have been putting off talking to her, but she called me tonight, so I am going to send her a letter to let her know that she will be spending Christmas alone this year.

• Alcohol is not usually a problem with her. In fact, the last time(s) that she got into a huge fight with me/my SIL, she was totally sober.

I'm sorry the holidays are fraught for many of you. My family certainly has their moments of irritating me, but as I get older, I only feel more grateful for them.

Eek, Vortex. That's such a shame. I take it your bro and them are not celebrating with her either.

I told my parents I'd come visit sometime in spring, once they move to be near my sister. I think they're thinking like, early March. I'm thinking it may end up being later. But I also freaked myself out earlier today reading blogs from people who also had broken ankles and surgery. So far I haven't found anyone who had as much metal put in as I did. Yikes.

So far I haven't found anyone who had as much metal put in as I did. Yikes.

You're the winner!

That little dog did more damage to you than a whole volcano did to Zen.

That little dog did more damage to you than a whole volcano did to Zen.

If you get too greedy with sacrifices, you eventually run out.

Eek, Vortex. That's such a shame. I take it your bro and them are not celebrating with her either.

They had actually already planned to be with my SILs family.

(To be clear I meant a shame your mom can't get/keep her shit together, not a shame she's going to be alone, dealing with her consequences)

I'm starting to get very impatient as this no-weight-bearing time gets closer to the end. And yet I know even after it's allowed it'll still take time to walk and so on, so my impatience will not magically be cured.

Feh. I was making coffee toffee for my office, but i managed to burn it. Am very annoyed because i was watching the thermometer, but I think that the pan was too large so the thermometer wasn't reading properly. I was going to make two batches, so I could try again, but eh.

so my impatience will not magically be cured.

You are not running a 5K in February. Just so we're clear on that.

Yeah, I'm more worried about like, being able to take a vacation somewhere warm before I go nuts in this Seattle winter. Being able to dance when all my friends come in from out of town because our annual convention is here this year. Not gaining one million pounds (because right now not only am I quite slothful, I can't weigh myself easily, and I'm wearing stretchy pants every day!) But I figure running is generally easier to measure, for a PT/insurance company.