My son gave me an assortment of hand sanitizers in cute little bottles and variety of scents in wintery or holiday names. I love these and still call them hannitizers like I did when the kids were young.

Son sent me a pix of his work computer screen with the yule log! We always had the yule log on tv on Christmas Day. Sweet memory of Home, Christmas Past,shared with son now adult but his younger version constantly haunts me. He carries on this seemingly small detail of Christmas Morning Past. My soul soared as I stood like a ghost watching my young kids bopping around repeating yule log yule log.And then reality: he sends this pix. I Google and found a yule log on my phone. I am blessed to have warm unexpected reminders of memories to revisit.

I got hold of air freshener! The activities lady had one and promised to buy one and deliver it to me. I asked to keep hers and she could replace it. So she gave it to me.

I held it reverently. I hope it changes my life and allow me to survive in this room with this woman who refuses to have diaper changes,showers,Any reasonable hygiene. She sits on two towels on her wheelchair and soaks them so they drip. The floor is wet every night. I have been informed it is her right to live like this. And since I live in this room,I am just doomed. I have air freshener now. I am out of this room ass much as possible.