Morwyn here. The past two weeks have been pretty bad for the Big Guy. Even the "special edition brownies" don't seem to help. Now that it's really cold, AND damp, his arthritic joints are especially vulnerable. We try not to go out more than we have to, and limit his exposure to the weather, but doctors' visits keep cropping up. Two tomorrow as a matter of fact - his bi-annual liver ultrasound and the quarterly chat with the gang at the liver clinic. It's tough; striking that balance right now between keeping him from going stir-crazy, and keeping him warm and relatively comfortable. We did have one bright spot last week - Asa's acupuncturist, the lovely and talented Dr. Paul Jenks, was able to treat him for his escalating nausea. And the treatment is still holding, nearly a week later.
We've always been pretty low-key as far as the holidays go, keeping to some simple traditions: at-home movie marathons & Panda Express feasts. Thanksgiving has the added bonus of pumpkin pie and watching the Macy's parade with the sound off, and listening to our favorite turkey day story. One. More. Time.
We're both really looking forward to the break in the regular routine.