It's the Monday before Christmas.

Holy Shit!  How did that happen?  Today is, well, today were supposed to be going to the city to finish shopping.  Okay, Tony's shopping, I'm not doing much but sitting there.  In fact, I think I'll start, now.
 

Sitting, sitting.

Right, bored as hell.  And Tony ended up having to take his Dad to a different city, which actually worked out well as I did not feel like leaving the house.  It's warm in here and I'm starting to feel a tingle in my throat, an ache in my bones.

I know what's coming, I was well for Thanksgiving, New Year's we haven't bought our tickets for yet.  Which means, again this year, I will be sick for Christmas.  Sitting here, thinking back, I haven't gone one year in the past 15 where I haven't been sick for at least on of the holidays.  Last year I was sick as a dog and drugged, all the while on a train to Indiana, just a few days before Christmas.  

I spent the first couple of days of our trip in a drugged state just willing myself to stay awake and failing miserably.  By Christmas day I was able to stay up for longer periods of time but still felt pretty damn puny.

We shall see.  Only a couple more days, a million things to do, no time to sleep.  Hmm, and I wonder why I get sick every year?

Could no sleep on my poor ravaged body have something to do with it?
Smile, 
 Suzy Smith