Tonight is one of our best friend's annual holiday party. It's always on Christmas Eve Eve, always thoroughly enjoyable, but I'm playing hooky this time. I called them to give my regrets, and there's no problem with that at all, no one is more understanding. It's not like I haven't been going for the past two decades. But it was time for a mental health night, a ME night, one of the handful this month in which I can actually not go out. It feels wonderful so far.