Seasonal Changes

The holiday spirit is within me more this year than it has been in a very long time. As I previously wrote, I don’t know why I feel the sense of serenity and hope now than in the past, but I do.

In some ways that isn’t logical, is it Mr. Spock? After all, my breathing is at an all time low—except for when I’ve had pneumonia or bronchitis. My need for oxygen has increased and my (still) limited supply of bottle oxygen now lasts even less time because I must set the liters/minute at a higher rate. The VA has messed up my last two appointments with no explanation, not even the normal “it was a computer glitch.”  Considering at of this, what is evoking my hopeful mood is not rational.

Yet, as Andy Williams sings:

Since it has gotten cooler outside, the relationship between Alex and me is now in its winter mode. That means that the furball hangs around me (and on me) almost constantly. He stays beside me, as he is now, napping under the high intensity lamp on my desk:

He sleeps beside me, even crawling under the covers.

I have no illusion that Alex cares for me more than he did in the summer. It’s simply that he has a prejudice against being cold and I provide him with warmth in many ways.

Friday, unless the crick rises or there is some other unforeseen nuisance, I have asked Tasha to help me decorate the house, as she did last year:

So, I am in the mood for a delightful Christmas and, as Burl Eves—who some say that I resemble—sings:

P.S. ~ The Song in My Mind Today at the top of my sidebar will contain lots of holiday music for the next several weeks!