These are the days

 These are the days of Family Search feeling like a refuge where I can solve little mysteries and pretend like I'm accomplishing things.

These are the days where the kindness of the nurses at the cancer center feels more like Christmas than anything.  I went yesterday for more iv fluids and they take such good care of me.

These are the days that holly jolly Christmas songs don't hit right.

These are the days of someone I haven't seen for months and months drop off dinner unexpectedly.  She said, "Put it in the freezer for when you need something."

These are the days of Enoch sending pictures like this he came across at my parents' house--he's there this week.

They look elongated like El Greco painted them, but they are just tall skinny boys with holes and patches in their knees.  As happy as three brothers could be.

Somewhere people are hustling and somewhere people are bustling getting ready for Christmas.  I am not.

These are the days of sitting in my chair.  I'm drinking up the scriptures about Jesus Christ in Come Follow Me this week and listening to the Follow Him podcast.  I'm feeling Christmas in a way I've never felt before and not at all sure this isn't better.