Tuba Christmas makes me smile. There's just something about Jingle Bells played on baritone and bass brass that gets my toes to tappin'. Sharing it w/ my daughter and others at our historic Carnegie Library gets me in the holiday spirit. I wasn't, however, able to be completely mindful of the music while trying to get my daughter to stop texting and be more mindful of the music. "Mom, I'm a teenager," she said. "That's how I listen."
I took a pain pill last night and slept soundly so I'm feeling better. Still a little achy under my left arm. One of our proctors at the college, stopped by my office this afternoon. She just wanted to let me know that she had a friend w/ Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma who lived w/ it for 30 years. She finally died of Alzheimer's. Yesterday my best friend invited me over for her super, special brownies. God certainly knows when to send us angels to lift us up.
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