Someone asked about holiday plans, and I realized my honest answer would be "I intend to be placed into a medically-induced coma for the next 6 months to a year." Practically speaking, I'll probably just stay home on the couch and eat a lot of carbs for the next couple of weeks.

This follows this weekend's Christmas tree adventure where I put it up, I screwed with some lights that weren't working, Cosmo climbed it and knocked the whole thing over, and we just... took it back down and put it away without decorating it. I think we're just not feeling it this year.

JR Conlin mentioned he's seeing the same thing - decorated out of habit rather than desire, fewer houses with lights up in his neighborhood. The weather just serves as a reminder of dark times. That resonates.

Here's to finding some sanguinity and warmth anyway. Or at least some silly that brings a bit of joy. For what it's worth, here's a flashback to our Christmas tree from 2024. We tried to put Cosmo Kitten into cat jail with a laundry basket - but he turned it into a cat mech.