Christmas suckage continues unabated. We visited my wife's parents. Her dad is so sick he can't get from one room to another on his own, and we doubt he will last much longer. Her mom is too weak to take care of him. Both are too stubborn (that's not the word I want to use) to see that by leaving things as they are, they are:
A. putting my wife's father in even graver (is that a word?) danger than he's already in, and
B. putting an incredible strain on the remainder of the family, who are juggling resources they don't have to attempt to accommodate a situation that allows no accommodation.
My birthday, you ask? Why thanks for asking. We spent it on the road, driving our way into the morass mentioned above.
Merry blah blah blah, peace on blah blah, goodwill to...oh, sod off. I can't even fake it.