I have our dinner cooking for J and me. That’s all. It’s another Christmas of no decorating, except for my Russian Orthodox tryptich of The Nativity.I wrote about it a couple of weeks ago. See Confession.

Christmas with no little children around is not the same. With the pandemic, the Churches are empty. I’m waiting for Russian Orthodox Christmas on 7 January. People should be there. The way the Russians figure it, as long as the Germans (Nazis) aren’t around, no reason not to celebrate. It’s a point well taken.

I’m fixing a roast chicken. Easier for two people to consume than a turkey.


Chicken was good.

Today sucked. Not going to sugar-coat it. J spent the day in bed. Just because there was no reason to get out.

Don’t want to hear any Magic of Christmas crap.

Over it.