Holiday Medicating
Silk Nog with rum and a sprinkling of nutmeg. Now I can say “let him decorate, let him decorate, let him decorate.” Yes, Lew is trimming the tree that I had always trimmed. I know just how I want it… but that’s just a memory now. Oh dear… the beads look thrown, not swagged… why did I look? Turn around… sip more Nog. Dull the sense, the awareness, the reality of my locked-in energy… my torturous inability. Some more Nog for me, please.