Alive and Ho Ho Ho'ing

I'm alive, if only barely. I survived whatever bug it was that bit me. I got up this morning after having a horrendous night and drug myself to the walk-in clinic around the corner thinking I was dying (or least dealing with an infection of some sort). No such luck. I have a cold. Grin. Just a horrible cold. Don't you hate that? You think you're on your death bed and the doctor looks at you and says, "Sorry my dear, you just have a virus of some sort, not a whole lot you can do." I have to admit while waiting in the lobby, I broke out in a sweat, meaning my fever had broke at that precise moment. Kind of like taking your car to the shop and having to say "I swear! It was making this gawd awful noise, really!!" Oh well. At least I'm on the mend--after losing FIVE days in bed! OY!

The kid and I did our last-minute shopping this morning, after finding out I was going to live. Never could find Mom's Merril's in her size (think I called them Merricks! Geesh.) Now that I had some food, first time in several days (won't do me any harm), I think I'm ready to go and lay back down. Except, I have one more stop. I bought the kid some pants--he was with me mind you--and we still got the wrong size. What a bunch of nincompoops. Fa la la la la.

Does everyone adore Carl Larsson as much as I do? When I was young, I used to get his Christmas cards and send them out (a note on each one-hehe).

I hope everyone is snuggled in their nests awaiting Santa's arrival.

Please keep Janet and her hubby in your thoughts. He just got out of the hospital and she is nursing him to back health. I hope Santa leaves her something extra special this year.





"The Day Before Christmas"
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