This year’s xmas, or as

This year’s xmas, or as I like to call it “that magical time of year when every commercial on TV is for electric shavers,” was a good one. I got a warm coat for San Francisco’s cold winters (and summers), a fantastic book I didn’t know existed but one I needed for research, a nice sweater, and various other small useful trinkets.

I also got to visit my dad, who is doing a little better. He’s moved to a rehabilitation hospital, and for the next couple months will be undergoing daily therapy to try and get some movement back. He’s got feeling on his left side, but no voluntary movement of his arm or leg. He can speak clearly now and eat solid foods again. It’ll be a long road ahead.