So, I noticed something new this year. I don’t really enjoy the holidays any more. Not that I’m about to go full-blown Grinch or Ebenezer Scrooge or anything, but this season is rasping across my nerves like a rat tail file across a blackboard. And this bugged me, until I saw a post on Facebook in a group for people with chronic neurological problems (I assume semi-terminal brain cancer counts), that pointed out that the holidays are especially hellish for neurological patients because they contain all of our least favorite things: pressure to conform. Weird sunrise/sunset hours (this sets dementia patients off like a…