I had a wave of fear about Christmas. I'll be alone again. It's such a hard time, with everyone crowing about family. But other years i had this; the anticipatory anxiety being worse than the event. So hopefully i've confronted the reality of the approaching Christmas and will get thru it with relative ease. The Christmas tree went up in the lobby this weekend. The radio is crowded with Christmas commercials.

I found something to help my mild depression: an audiobook. I've never tried them before. The one i'm listening to is about a young American woman who seeks out her Irish roots and her destiny as a healer. There's a thinly disguised romance but i am not letting it bother me. It passes the time and distracts me from my "Stinkin' Thinkin'." I kind of don't respect myself for entertaining such a juvenile story.