As it goes  the end of the year rolls  round and this yearly torture-fest called Christmas is encroching upon us. I have made it through another year and no surprises health wise yet. Last years stroke still lingers in the back of my skull, stealing my memories. It’s a bit embarrassing to do something one should only do say  once a day and to do it again a second or third time due to the fact that you forget things you did 10 minutes ago. As I told my husband today I have made myself a promise to not  dwell sadly upon the fact of  my untimely demise which surely hangs about somewhere, but to live every day to the  best of my ability. Sounds mundane and trite and cliched but in  order to keep happiness knocking on my door I need some good old fashioned “hang in there” poster  logic. It’s snowing here in seattle and it  looks, for once, completly clean.