I'm at home, my mother has left her room to be festive (or rather not sleeping, which for her now is festive) and all is right in our little world.
For those not in the know, the mom had a knee replaced December 1. The healing process is progressing as it should, but the physical therapy bit is hard to watch and to hear of. It gives me the shivers to hear of her pain, to hear that she cries from pain three times a week. Still. If it means years with two working legs and no pain, let the tears fall for now.
I shared with my sister and her hubby the lovely (saddening) fact that animal products are used to clarify wine, beer, and many spirits. Kind of like finding out that your favorite mexican place uses bacon in the beans. Sometimes thinking of the extraneous crap that goes into the foods I eat makes me angry with myself. I should eat fresh, whole, un-processed foods. I don't. I am a bad vegetarian. Bad, bad vegetarian.
Today I had fish sticks and beer for dinner. Yum.
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