I hope everyone had a great holiday season. I was off work the last two weeks and I spent most of it binge-watching Game of Thrones (for the second time), reading, and crocheting. In other words, I parked my fanny on the couch and pretty much stayed there for two full weeks!
Our Christmas was pretty quiet, until we went to my son's house for dinner that evening and my brother was opening a can of cranberry sauce and cut his hand badly enough that he ended up in the ER getting stitches. And his was the second cranberry sauce can injury the doctors had stitched up in a row that night! The next day I called him to check how his hand was doing and he told me he'd just heard from our nephew that our oldest sister died. She was in the last stages of Parkinson's disease so we knew it was coming but weren't sure how soon. My brother said she loved Christmas so much, he figured she would hold out until after Christmas. She was quite a bit older than me and moved away right after I was born so I wasn't really close to her, but this is our first sibling to go so I think the remaining five of us are feeling our own mortality a little bit more right now.