Gonna make this tart for Christmas:

Mmmm, a classic.

I got the fucking gigantic bows for the car & younger nephew's overpowered go kart to fucking be bows.

Totes bragworthy.

Heal-ma for your mom, Dan.

My cold is now a painful sore throat. Bah. Not my xmas plan. Even drinking coffee is unpleasant.

Sorry, Hec. Feel better.

Spent yesterday with the family instead of Christmas Day, and now it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off of me.

Anyone who complains about a delicious pile of cream puffs is lacking Christmas spirit.

Even drinking coffee is unpleasant.

Ugh, those are the worst days.

So much ~ma for you and your mom, Daniel.

Pile of cream puffs would be gladly welcomed here!

I am impressed by everything jesse did by 730am! It's 10am here and I...have run a loaf of laundry (but have about six more to do because I haven't done laundry in forever), emptied the dishwasher, and did the one work thing I needed to do because I didn't on Friday before I left. Now to go to the store, and then later I'm supposed to have a massage. I'm really hoping it happens—I made the appointment online and got reminders but still have a fear there was a mistake and they aren't open today and I'll get there and no massage! I feel so much better today than yesterday with my migraine though. Whew.

Bones-knitting-themselves-back-together ~ma for your mom, Daniel.

I am about to chop veggies for a 7 layer salad and put a prime rib into the oven. Yesterday I did a Kamado turkey. We are going to have plenty of food.

Dad has "graduated" from being walker dependent and is able to climb stairs and sleep in his own bed again. He's awfully happy about his returning independence and frankly it is adorable to see him so chuffed. 2018 has been a shit show, but it looks like Dad will not be one of the casualties. Let me express my gratitude again.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night.

didn't need to post that twice.

Happy for your dad, Katerina Bee; and sympathy and strong bones for your mom, Daniel.

Hecubus, it might not be too early for a hot toddy for your sore throat? IJS.

The apple-frangipane tart is in the oven. When it's done I'll saunter down the street to pick up a few last gifts at a local art shop. It's nice not to have to drive to shops on Christmas Eve.

I ran the dog in the woods this morning, which was lovely although damp. Now I can eat too much at my niece's BF's aunt's big annual seven fishes Christmas gathering. Tomorrow we go to my little brother's house for hot pot with his Chinese family.

I hope everyone celebrating has a peaceful and pleasant holiday.

Here's to the sturdy Dad of Bee!

Spent yesterday with the family instead of Christmas Day, and now it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off of me.

Excellent!