Monday, November 25, 2013

Turkey, Prozac, & Pop Tarts

Dear John,
I'm very happy tonight. Ron fixed the television. For eight dollars of parts. I can't begin to imagine what I'd have paid a repairman. I gave him a check for more than that. He'll complain when he notices, but that's too bad.
I'm glad to have the TV back before Thanksgiving because the Steelers are playing in the night game. I'll be gone for a good part of the day. We're having a Divine Liturgy in the morning, with lunch after. Bless him, Charlie is fixing almost all of the food himself.
It will be good to go to church on Thanksgiving morning. I need to remember the things other than family that this holiday is about. I'm going to try to do that for the whole holiday season. I tried last year and failed miserably, but I'll see if I can do better this year. Last year I tried so hard to see beyond secular Christmas to the Feast of the Nativity, and found that I couldn't handle either one. No promises, but I hope to make it through the whole holiday season without a single Pop Tart.
Come and save me from Pop Tarts!
Love you so, so much,

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