Pizza and Wine
Tonight, Bobby and I had our traditional Christmas Eve supper of pizza and wine. Too much of both.
The dogs each got a taste of wine too and some new food called "Holiday Venison Stew."
Anyway, since Thursday, I've been sick with something like a flu. It certainly seems something more than a cold, though I haven't had the flu in so long that I wouldn't know it if I had it. But I've been miserable and sick and in pain for the past three days. Today, I finally started to get better ... a little.
I took off from work on Thursday to give myself time to heal, then felt good on Friday and felt good upon waking up on Saturday ... but then I went and worked a shift at the Aquarium without having eaten enough, and I think my immune system rebelled and told me to fuck off and let the flu viruses have their way with me. As my shift progressed, I felt worse and worse, with a sore throat and body aches, and by the time I got home, I was quite miserable.
Now Bobby and I had planned our annual trip to Hershey Park Candy Lane, and I was determined that I would not miss it, so I took a nap and some ibuprofen, and we made the hour-and-a-half drive north. I was good until we were standing in line for The Claw, and these kids in front of us were swinging on the railings, and I started to get really cold. The operator announced that they were having problems with the ride and would have to shut down for a while, and Bobby and I decided not to wait ... well, that was the beginning of the end for me.
Yesterday, I was so sick and hurt so badly that I spent too much of the day in bed.
But I'm feeling better today and managed to make my ice cream treats for tomorrow (after thoroughly disinfecting myself and every surface in the kitchen). The inlaws came over last night and brought me a food processor that they weren't using, knowing that I wanted one, so I had fun causing trouble with that today, mincing chocolate bars and graham crackers and ginger snap cookies (for pies, not just for the hell of it). They brought the Goldens their Christmas presents too: these rope toys covered in threads (hard to describe, especially while on the heels of a red-wine buzz), that the Goldens have really enjoyed. They fell asleep last night, each with his head on his new toy, just like two little kids. One of the toys is red and the other is green; the green one looks like a head of kale.
Unfortunately, the muses have had the flu too, and while I'd reserved this weekend for catching up on my gift stories, I have written exactly 541 words of new stuff, so I think it's 99% certain that I will not finish all of the stories before New Years, as I'd hoped. Alas, I am writing full stories (versus drabbles, which was my intention), so anyone who complains ... >:^( I'll finish by early January at the least.
Anyway, so that's been the culmination of the holiday: misery and flu, though I'm feeling pretty good right now, on account of healing and lots of local red wine. Also, Bobby has been a Grade-A sweetheart, taking care of his sick, miserable wife. I asked him to take the clothes out of the dryer for me last night, and I found them neatly folded this morning. Awwww ... I mean, I rarely even fold the clothes right away after taking them out of the dryer!
To those of you who celebrate Christmas, have a safe and merry holiday!
The dogs each got a taste of wine too and some new food called "Holiday Venison Stew."
Anyway, since Thursday, I've been sick with something like a flu. It certainly seems something more than a cold, though I haven't had the flu in so long that I wouldn't know it if I had it. But I've been miserable and sick and in pain for the past three days. Today, I finally started to get better ... a little.
I took off from work on Thursday to give myself time to heal, then felt good on Friday and felt good upon waking up on Saturday ... but then I went and worked a shift at the Aquarium without having eaten enough, and I think my immune system rebelled and told me to fuck off and let the flu viruses have their way with me. As my shift progressed, I felt worse and worse, with a sore throat and body aches, and by the time I got home, I was quite miserable.
Now Bobby and I had planned our annual trip to Hershey Park Candy Lane, and I was determined that I would not miss it, so I took a nap and some ibuprofen, and we made the hour-and-a-half drive north. I was good until we were standing in line for The Claw, and these kids in front of us were swinging on the railings, and I started to get really cold. The operator announced that they were having problems with the ride and would have to shut down for a while, and Bobby and I decided not to wait ... well, that was the beginning of the end for me.
Yesterday, I was so sick and hurt so badly that I spent too much of the day in bed.
But I'm feeling better today and managed to make my ice cream treats for tomorrow (after thoroughly disinfecting myself and every surface in the kitchen). The inlaws came over last night and brought me a food processor that they weren't using, knowing that I wanted one, so I had fun causing trouble with that today, mincing chocolate bars and graham crackers and ginger snap cookies (for pies, not just for the hell of it). They brought the Goldens their Christmas presents too: these rope toys covered in threads (hard to describe, especially while on the heels of a red-wine buzz), that the Goldens have really enjoyed. They fell asleep last night, each with his head on his new toy, just like two little kids. One of the toys is red and the other is green; the green one looks like a head of kale.
Unfortunately, the muses have had the flu too, and while I'd reserved this weekend for catching up on my gift stories, I have written exactly 541 words of new stuff, so I think it's 99% certain that I will not finish all of the stories before New Years, as I'd hoped. Alas, I am writing full stories (versus drabbles, which was my intention), so anyone who complains ... >:^( I'll finish by early January at the least.
Anyway, so that's been the culmination of the holiday: misery and flu, though I'm feeling pretty good right now, on account of healing and lots of local red wine. Also, Bobby has been a Grade-A sweetheart, taking care of his sick, miserable wife. I asked him to take the clothes out of the dryer for me last night, and I found them neatly folded this morning. Awwww ... I mean, I rarely even fold the clothes right away after taking them out of the dryer!
To those of you who celebrate Christmas, have a safe and merry holiday!