Sounds Just Fine
I am reliably informed we've always gotten Christmas Eve off at the office. Last year, of course, I was on disability leave and two years ago, well, two years is too long to remember without checking. Ah, December twenty-third, 2001. I remember the day clearly from reading the entry, passing the mayor in Jack London Square without taking a picture, so maybe my memory isn't quite as bad as I thought. It just doesn't sort by date or by season. Given the ups and downs of Christmas there may be survival value in not remembering. Hard to say, even after all these years.
Are you worried about your memory?
No. I wondered the first few times I forgot a name for a short period, someone I worked with for example. There were some first instances of this a few years back and I thought, well, you hear about this, but what does it mean? Will it get worse? How rapidly worse? Doesn't seem to have gotten worse. It seems, in fact, to have gotten better but it gives you pause. Like this dizzy thing. Where did that come from and now that it seems to be going - not yet gone but going - will it return? Life's little lessons. Keeps your eyes sharp, keeps you on your toes, keeps your ears cocked and waiting for the sound of a second shoe dropping.
But it's Tuesday, the day before Christmas Eve. I have not bought a tree or put up decorations. I've sent a card, sent a couple of presents, bought myself a set of studio lights and plan to spend Christmas with friends. A little bit of Humbug and a little bit of Eggnog and enough BS to mix it all together sounds just fine.