Okay! I survived my worst Christmas Eve in 33 years. When I awoke this morning (at 4:45 AM -- thanks, cats), I made a vow, very Scarlett O'Hara-like, that, as God is my witness, I would never go through another Christmas like this again. I could not have lost more this year if I'd tried. But at least we are now on a level (or leveled) playing field, and there is plenty of wide-open, flat space to start building all over again. God knows, I am seriously skilled at starting over. I so do not want to be here next Christmas Eve. I want to travel somewhere, preferably not alone. We shall see.

Oddly, I was not in the mood for cocktails last night. I did try that Nassau Royale and it was fabulous! However, I have lost so much weight over the last couple months and I hated to lose any ground with that, so I was sober. Ah well. On we go. Going to get some writing done here, then workout, then maybe just chill and watch a movie. Merry Christmas, gang.