Obviously an anxiety dream about the snow and ice forecast for Tuesday, or just a product of the ambient anxiety usually abroad at this time of year. Or possibly full moon fantods.
But otherwise Christmas was nice. Two people at work gave me presents this year 'for helping out', which makes me feel appreciated. And one of them gave me a bottle of diet Pepsi and a bag of lifesavers (my trademarks) along with brandy chocolates; and now I wish I'd opened them at work where we could all have laughed over them.
Then took a slow walk out in the mild cream and blue afternoon, came back and went next door and was abstemious with the alcohol but piggy with the turkey and dressing. Grand-nephews-in-law told amusing stories about working at yuppie supermarkets: there's something about The Big Carrot that attracts the loonies. A nice time, and now I'm yawning at 10 pm.