Day Nineteen

I have survived Christmas. Except for the packing of Francis for her trip to Portland. But she is off drowning in the shower, so except that I need some numbers from her, it's no problem.

We went out to my aunt and uncles house for dinner and some presents. It was a nice and low key afternoon. We watched the mega tv they have - Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Always fun. Surprised that it was on their tv, I don't often think that we have things in common like britcom.

It was raining on the way out, and I was ok, but it was pouring on the way back, and dark, and so after an hour, I was pretty jumpy. Times sure change, Shannon just looked at me and said, did you take your medication today? And I said, yes, but I forgot to take another beta blocker with me to take for the drive home.

I'm kind on intrigued by how they work. The first few days, I was rather giddy and giggly, but by the end of the week, I was back to myself again. I'm just as likely to get upset about things, but I'm able to let go of it faster. Last night, my aunt asked if I could unwind with a glass of wine, and I said no, it wasn't like that, but what I thought was, not unless I want to be come an alcoholic. I'm a pretty terrible alcoholic in any case, so this is the better option. It makes parties a little more difficult, not for awkwardness, but just because they involve a lot of drinking and at some point, the only way drunks are entertaining is when you are drunk too. But it does guarantee a sober driver. So there is that.

So, the first half of Christmas is done. Now to get Francis off and the Bakersfield party visited, then I can spend a couple of days walking on the beach or something - provided it stops raining for a few minutes.