More alone than usual. The spouse is a thousand miles away, doing what she can to help our only child... who has fallen on very hard times. I will be holding the fort with the help of the domestic quadruped for a few days.
Big comedown from the Christmas eves of sixty years ago. I try not to think about it too long.
Hope your child comes through the hard times. Best to you and family.
"And tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago."
From the song The Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Which more and more people tell me seems sad and ironic, and not the most wonderful time if they're depressed.