I've been meaning to say something about the Merry Christmas vs. Happy Holidays thing. Now I don't need to. The Fokker has said it best.
In other news, everything is still good here. I'm still off my foot for another three weeks. Then walking in the cast. I've hired a nanny. The govt is paying for some of that because Crackle qualifies for respite care dollars. And the amazing people at my church have sent me enough money to pay her for two weeks. I'm quite overwhelmed by their generosity. (Someone a little cynical told me it's better to be hurt at Christmas than in June. Hahaha. Maybe.)