Sunday service was a special, but not ostentatious occasion. The pastor preached the annual Christmas message and gave out cards for the church to the various members. Simple, but nice.

Yesterday, my mom asked me for help taking her car to get the oil changed. It was quite overdue courtesy of her eyesight issues, but even with a large measure of sight restored, my mom didn't feel confident driving.

It could have also been that storm cloud on a sunny day, my father, on his twelfth hour calling my mother every variety of stupid he could think of. All over a battery that needed to be replaced anyway accidentally running out. Storm Cloud even tried to get me to join in. He clearly relishes the "I told you so!" bit, but has no sense of proportion.

Anyway, my mom and I got the oil changed on her car (I got mine done earlier in the day.), she got her COVID booster and, never one to turn down free food, we had dinner. Chicken Kiev and Baked Potatoes.

Today though, I work. Here's hoping for a good day!