This afternoon I took a break from the excessive studying of the body systems to de-christmasify the house. It felt really good. My mother believes that Christmas decoration is synonymous with clutter, so as you can imagine the house seems just a little bit bigger. Mom was out while I was transforming the house. When she saw everything she started crying, which I've witnessed twice in my lifetime. Apparently she feels bad that Christmas came and went and it was terribly crappy what with the flu bug and the lack of Christmas joy.

I resolved to go all out for Easter if she liked.