We're both still sick.  

I think we've slept more in the past two days than we do in a normal month.  Tony and I are likely to end up with bed sores if this continues.  

It's not our fault though, it's the damn medicines.  We're taking cough syrup that includes a decongestant and antihistimane.  Without it, we can't breath, with it, we can't stay awake.  What can you do, though?  The exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide are necessary evils in order to remain flesh and blood instead of dust.

Tre is still as sick as we are and he can't have the good drugs.  He's spending his time crying or cuddled into his Mom's arms, refusing to do much else.  Not even smiling, which for him is really unusual.  He normally doesn't cry unless he's hungry and food is the last thing on his mind right now.

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I can't believe it's the 28th of December and I've updated at least once a day for the entire month.  Even when they're not making it to the site on the same day, I am writing them.  I wish there was a portal site like Holidailies that lasted for the year.  As hitting 'post entry' has been a definite motivator over the past month.  Hell, I even wrote two entries in one day, I believe it was on the second.

And really, who doesn't love me rambling on, on a daily basis?  (Don't answer that, if you don't, I'm in my fantasy land and liking it.)

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I thought I would do my traditional end of year entry today, but I need to be able to concentrate through more than two lines to make that semicoherent.  I still have a couple days left and I will be doing one. It's a tradition if it has happened 3 years in a row, right?  

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I looked around our room today determined to get our Christmas gifts put away in some semblance of order.  Then I turned over in bed and decided thay could sit on the floor for another day or two.  When I feel up to washing clothes and all that jazz, I'll put presents away.  Until then, I can weave and bob to get out of the room.

Besides, I like looking at all the new stuff we received and playing with the toys.  Yes, toys, I have PlayDoh and modeling clay and Silly Putty to play with.  Why yes, I am a child in a grown woman's body and I refuse to grow up.

Have a good one.
 Suzy Smith