Just when I thought this was going to be a rare, smooth sailing holiday filled with love and joy, along comes the whammy that brings me to my cynical senses. Daddio took a monster fall and now has a nasty concussion not to mention a super duper flare up of his COPD that has us in and out of hospitals and doctor's offices on a regular basis. As if this wasn't enough to sour my holiday spirit, my dear old doggie has been in and out of the vets with congestive heart failure. Trying to keep the sweet thing going has been a 24/7 struggle not to mention a severe financial drain. Daddio and Dear Doggie are both hanging in there as I write this but I am not sure how long I am going to make it. As I have said before, Christmas and I have a history and none of it is good.
And by the way, all the happy, sappy posts coming in the following days were pre-written before the sh*t storm life just handed me. I'll be back in real time as soon as I climb out of the dumps.