I tried to nap with Avery today, but I didn't sleep any better than I did last night.  Instead I got up and took down the tree. Other than the wreathes on the windows, every visible vestige of Christmas is gone.  Christmas itself, as I've said before always lingers with other things, including sadness and heartache.  This Christmas definitely re-opens a few wounds.  It has me disliking myself once again.  I don't know what 2019 will bring.