ok, deep breath, <rant on> Family around me for the most part is ok. Holidays in and around themselves are an interruption to my routine, but other than that, ok. However, put the two together, and I am wishing I had dug that hole to crawl into and pull over myself, back in September when the ground was thawed. Dad's anxiety around the holidays is off the scale since Mom passed away. MIL is coming in for two weeks, and according to BIL who lives closer to her, she can't be left alone anymore (physically fragile). Daughter, my dear Daughter, at 38 has revived the delightful passtime of drinking and driving, consequently totalling her car. Thank God she didn't hurt anyone else. Now my anxiety ridden Father has fronted her the money for a new car. I mean what the H E double toothpicks! I am so ashamed of what she has done (which is made worse by my being an alcoholic with 20 years of sobriety), and how she sleazed my Father into bailing her out, I can't speak to her. Now we have to pile this bunch in a room to make nice for Xmas? Oh, by the way, the stove crapped out yesterday too, and after Xmas shopping sucked up the paycheck, I guess I will be putting Xmas dinner on the flipping barbeque grill in the snow. Hopefully, I will be able to turn the rant off by the time MIL leaves in 2 weeks. Crud, just crud, and no local USPSA matches till April. Do I have the only family who always has to go off the deep end from Thanksgiving till Christmas?