It has been one month now since a vicious, relentless virus hit me, and I have not felt good since. Sinus pressure, choking on phlegm, hacking uncontrollably, headache, blah.
Christmas is four days away. I managed to get the Christmas tree up and listlessly threw a few ornaments its way. I put up the stockings. That may be it for decorating this year. I may only bake one kind of cookie. Being sick simplifies life.
My husband makes the best hot toddies in the world. His kindness this past month has kept me from becoming a puddle of weeping snot.
I should not be doing a blog post right now, but it takes little energy, and that's what I have. Only a little.