I should have something clever to say, or something interesting to report, but I don't. The holiday season is upon us, and I am very busy gearing up to my usual Holiday Fever pitch. This requires me to studiously ignore what is going on in my body.
For what it's worth, I suspect that the Tamoxifen/Ibandronate combo is doing decently for my bones, but is letting the soft tissue stuff get bad. The Aromatase Inhibitors do decently for my soft tissue stuff, but they let the bones get bad. So I can let the bones go, which wrecks my quality of life and functionality, or I can let the soft tissue go, which eventually will kill me off.
What's behind Curtain C, Bob? (Oh, right. I don't like Curtain C, either...)
Beyond that, there's dealing with the new roommates, rearranging the bedroom furniture, holiday shopping and decorating, figuring out what to do for the annual Christmas Eve Performance, going to concerts/shows (many of them featuring the kid), writing out and sending the holiday cards, cooking, knitting holiday gifts (panic! panic!), holiday decorating, getting the kid's school stuff figured out, plus helping visitors and socializing with them (the last bit is fun, but it's all time-consuming).
Heck, really we need to rearrange the living room/dining room/kitchen furniture, too, and reorganize the entire house. My fiber pursuits are taking over the entire central part of the house (like The Blob, but fuzzier - the Flob), and the spouse has taken to using the porch as a massive Junk Drawer. Probably as a response to territorial encroachments by the Flob. It's been months since we've seen the dining room table...
That all seems overwhelming and impossible to manage. So we'll start small. Maybe tomorrow we'll manage to put up those cute, tacky little lantern-on-a-candy-cane stakes I snagged on Black Friday. Theoretically all it takes is for us to stake them into the ground. But since the ground is frozen and we can't drive them into the ground from the top, because the solar power panels are affixed on the tops, I suspect the project will involve at least an hour of husbandly struggle, complaints, and muttered swearing.
Joyeux Noel, y'all!!