didn't think I was going to wake up from that short nap, heart failure, but I did wake up.

Phil just helped me take my Scoobies, since I'm still shaking,

even though he's nearly drunk and stoned.

I keep telling him stop touching on me and rubbing on me.

I'm making it downstairs to sit with him with music,

tried the news, but turned it off, since all it was was

the new variant.

sure hope I can hold these pills down.

I feel better tomorrow.

Phil is really getting into the Christmas spirit,

says Come on, honey, this might be our last Christmas together.

yeah, all 3 of us.