The Day After - December 26, 2025

Our Christmas Eve get-together for the folks on the hill was a fairly quiet affair.  There was no particular start time, no sit-down meal.  People just showed up when they felt like it or could get here, which was fine with me.  By 9 p.m., everyone had gone home. 

I woke up at 6 yesterday morning and started baking biscuits and warming the country ham to take to Nanny's.  We were supposed to be at her house by 8 to help her get the family breakfast on the table.  I woke The Husband up around 7, we exchanged our gifts and then began loading the first round of presents to take to Nanny's.

After breakfast, we had Christmas with The Grandson at our house.  When he went home, we loaded up the gifts to take to Son #2's house across the road.  We spent about an hour there, then came home and loaded up the gifts to take to Son #1's house.  (While we were loading that last batch, The Husband said, "Next year, we need to make everybody come here if they want their gifts!"  It's not a bad idea, though we'll need to have Christmas on some day other than Christmas Day.)  Son #1 has the same sinus crud that I've got - he felt so crappy that for the first time in his life he missed breakfast at Nanny's - and he was in bed when we arrived at his house.  We unloaded the loot, hung around a few minutes, then came home and crashed.  Our daughter-in-law had cooked Christmas Dinner but had cancelled the sit-down meal since #1 was feeling so poorly.  She sent dinner home with us in take-out boxes.  We were grateful for it.  

I feel like sh*t today.  I am exhausted, and my nose is so sore from blowing it that I have taken to coating it with chap-stick.  The drug store STILL hasn't filled the prescriptions that my doctor sent Tuesday morning.  My face may explode before I get any medicine.

One rather funny thing happened.  One of The Husband's gifts to me was a rechargeable engraving pen.  I already had the very same engraving pen, which I'd bought for myself several years ago but had seldom used.  Later, when we got into our truck after breakfast at Nanny's, there was a gift on the console from "Santa" to me.  It was another identical engraving pen.