The end of the year has been hard on most of us. We're losing friends and plenty of famous folks who feel like our friends. The holidays had bright spots and other spots that were less bright. Joy can be tough to come by and when we finally get it, can feel a bit like clutching sand. I have done an excellent job of compartmentalizing things in order to keep on keeping on and now I feel I am dangerously close to running out of compartments.
For my birthday my mom got me a fuzzy throw blanket that lives on our couch. Bob and I sit under it watching TV. Jeff uses it scrunched up as a lap desk for his computer. Teddy may be romantically involved with it. The day after Christmas, I did the best thing I could think of. I bought another one. More warmth. More fuzziness. A hug disguised as a blanket.
I recommend this purchase.