|08:06 pm - The season presses on|
Adulted to the usual extent of dishes, laundry, vacuuming and dusting; also bought new filters for the air purifier and vinegared the workings of the humidifier, go me. Bought a little Christmas tree and put a string of lights on the porch rails: I can Christmas as long as I don't pay attention to me doing it.
Aunt's retirement home had its usual Christmas guitarist playing the usual 'Christmas' music. Luckily it was downstairs in the lower lobby where tea is served every day at 3, so we sat at our customary table which is around the corner from the main area and the deplorable songs were muted. For which I am grateful, and that's that for another year.