So this is Christmas. That's what the late John Lennon sang. I got through another one OK. Not much happened but I didn't feel as bad as I thought I would. I called my brother and sister. My brother didn't say much just like the way he's always been. I was reluctant to call my sister because it's been unpleasant the last few times we talked. It went OK with her this time.

I went on a one hour bike ride late this afternoon and, when I got back, a neighbor who's nice and understanding with me gave me about 2-3 cups of homemade granola. I took a little sample of it and it was great. I'm planning to have it for breakfast tomorrow and looking forward to it. I like that woman because she completely understands my depression since she has it, too. She tells me that she's glad to talk to me; and I'm understanding about her depression.