As some of you know, our xmas eve seafood extravaganza had to be cancelled due to my PIC’s health issues. Bummer, but there’s worse things in the world. We did get to spend a few hours at our friends’ house for their xmas dinner yesterday.
Since my PIC’s health issues are GI-related, our meals in the coming days won’t be particular exciting. He can’t even have any of his wonderful pistachio ice cream bc it has so many nuts in 
I saved our hosts’ turkey carcass from being tossed into the garbage 
(I would’ve snagged the legs and wings as well had I known), and it’s currently simmering away in a big pot along with an onion to make broth for my PIC’s dinner tonight. He can’t really have any veg either, which is just as fine bc were currently getting a steady downpour of sleet and ice into the wee hours of Saturday morn, which means no trip to the stupid market for leeks or carrots. He should be able to have some noodz, tho, without causing him any pain. 
And so, Saturday might be more turkey broth for him, or maybe we can finish the 4 ricotta ravs from Talluto we have left in the freezer with the last dredges of a jar of Rao’s marinara.
This naturally also means a Non-Ssssspicy Ssssssunday, so I’m a bit stumped. One day at a time, I guess 
Monday I am hosting a bunch of my gal pals for a showing of When Harry Met Sally on the big screen, as an astonishing number of them have never seen the movie. We’ll probz order Detroit-style pizza & I’ll make popcorn for after.
Tuesday morning I have a brain scan for random headaches I’ve been getting recently, which is highly unusual for me — and given my triple neg cancer history it’s probz a good idea to have it checked out. Dinner still depends on how my PIC is doing, and what he can & cannot eat.
Naturally our NYE plans also depend on what the man is up to. My annual First Night gig happens to be more like a First Early Afternoon gig — it being at 2pm — which means I’m a free agent afterwards & could check out some of my fellow musicians’ performances throughout the afternoon and evening. Our city friends are in town surprisingly & were hopeful to meet up with us, so it’s possible we’ll gather a few other lost souls and hang at our favorite watering hole dowtown. Whether we make it to midnight is anyone’s guess. If not…
New Year’s Day might be soup, the nature of which is TBD.
Friday’s too far away for me to consider at the mo. It’s next year, after all 
Here’s wishing everyone a smooth transition to a hopefully much, much, MUCH better year than this catastrophic dumpster fire of hell. Good riddance, and fingers crossed.
