It is Christmas Eve, the very special day for all children. There are no children of that age in the family any more, unless you want to count the cat. She may be getting on a bit now, but compared to her humans she is young.
Up and about and breakfast was fine today. The cold is a great discomfort, the amount of energy needed to warm even a very small space is large. Finish the small things on the computer, write a few Christmas greetings with the email system.
And rest, shower, take it easy for the pressure on the soul that is trying to deal with the personal situation in the home needs that. When a decision cannot be made it is better to rest until the situation has improved.
There is a letter to write to a woman who has her doubts about the use of a friendship, and is frightened that she is moving too close and now there are difficulties. It will all drift past again soon, but some form of reply to the letter is necessary. It is not really easy.
Leave the house and deliver the note by hand. Enclose a picture of people crossing a bridge over a waterfall. It is a short drive through the rain that feels so cold, it is like melted ice.
After parking the car walk to the bank and get a small amount of money as a christmas present for the son. He had been very undecided about what he would like, so now it is decided that a sum of money would be best.
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