Happy #*@%ing Holidays!

Well, the holidays are officially here. My great aunt Mary died today. I guess she was trying to beat the traditional Christmas rush. I think she was eighty-eight years old, and I know her mind ws starting to go. She was usuially surrounded by loved ones, and had one with her at the time of her death. It was almost instant and totally unexpected. I think I'll try to go that way. I'd write more, but I have to go get ingredients for pies. I love you Aunt Mary. Happy Thanksgiving.