I hate being sick. It makes you miss out on friends' parties that you PROMISED YOU WOULD GO TO (sorry,
fausti!), it makes you forget to do things like write up and second out Christmas cards (sorry everybody!) and if I hadn't already don't my shopping for the year prior to, I probably would have forgotten that as well, joy.
This is going on week three of the on-again, off-again constant sickness rollercoaster that my wife and I have been riding. It's her turn to get on, just as I'm getting back to normal. I suspect this New Year will be celebrated in bed, asleep at midnight, with heavy glasses of orange juice to start off 2008 tomorrow.
I'll comment on the year in closing later today, when I get around to it.