It’s a global-warming kinda Christmas

Warm again, and the snow is melting on for the third straight day.
Christmas day, and pretty wiped. Liam was throwing up pretty much through the night. (Sorry for the reality.) Dorothea’s muscle relaxant wore off by sometime in the middle of the night. So here we are. The children opened their presents at about 8:30 this morning. Madeline just left with one of her aunts for another Christmas gathering.
Some random thoughts that have been rambling around for me.
“It’s in the water, it’s in the air: even the cats and dogs are getting cancer.”
“We’re wearing his clothes, listening to his music, sitting on his furniture.”