Today, I didn’t shave or primp more than yesterday. I wore granny bloomers. I wore two bras. I never do that. I wore a sweater with pearls. I wore an XL cardigan over it because I was cold.

In between I wore a silly sash. The sash was to make a poke at me being “royal.”

The sash had been held together by an antique brooch. The brooch was of a tiny Christmas tree. I’ve had it my entire life.

I was going to say that I was a gift for Christmas. Friendship is a gift. Even if the queens face has swollen eyes from weeping in exhaustion from the night before.

The royal queen’s small pocket had an antique pocket watch fob with November’s birthstone. She decided that jewelry she had made, a citrine keychain, a stone 120 years old and scuffed, would be a nice token to remember the day.

She even selected an anthem to remember the day, “I will remember.”

I hope the sundowning causes mild memory losses as sun rises.