Jaci Dawn

I’ve been checking the inside of my eyelids for the past two days. Yep: s-i-c-k.

It started with a sore throat at work on Monday and morphed into something more by Tuesday morning. I finally crawled out of bed feeling halfway normal during the lunch hour today. I will return to work tomorrow for the last day of the year.

Other wondrous events have been a very noisy Christmas afternoon sharing gifts and eating; a very quiet day after watching birds in the bird feeder; an inch of snow on the ground this morning; and thinking a lot about New Year’s Resolutions. I also thought about where my novel needs to go (besides in the round can at the foot of my desk) and how to finish off my Faerie House in the next few weeks.

One thing about being sick: you have a lot of time to be creative when you aren’t out-right sleeping.

My throat no longer hurts but my voice is fading fast. This is typical of how a cold/sore throat moves through my body. I bet I never mentioned that when I met Don 31 years ago, I had a full-blown case of laryngitis? Yep: Don didn’t know how much I love to talk until I got my voice back. Boy, was he sorry.

I once had a physician tell me that I don’t get strep-throat like other people do: I get laryngitis. I’ll take laryngitis over strep-throat any day. At least I now have a legitimate reason to not talk on the telephone: I can’t.

I want to post pics of my grandsons on Christmas but I missed out on two of them: Justin & Micah. Hopefully, 2011 will bring more visits with those boys and I will get to be as close to them as I am to the pasty-white babies. Still…

This is a photo worth a thousand words! Tante Chrystal (that’s “aunt” in German) with Chubby Wubby (that’s Eli in other words). That boy is half Chrystal’s weight!

Booger-face was hyped up all day Christmas, which was good. He didn’t care about toys, he just cared about climbing all over everyone and running from one end of the house to the next.

It was great that Javan was not possessive and materialistic on Christmas because that is exactly what Zephan was. He hoarded all the toys and sat in one place the entire afternoon, barely pausing to eat food. Toy overload.

We had a great time, but now it is time to think about next year and all the things I want to accomplish in 365 short days. If I can find some visual aids, I will be posting about my goals over the next few days so you can all hold me accountable to completing them.

For tonight, however, I am going to kick back with another round of Nyquil™ in hopes of beating this cold way back before I return to the land of the living and the calculator that sits by my computer at work. I’ve missed my calculator.

OK, that’s not entirely true, but it is one thing to miss work because you’re on vacation or have a holiday (in which case I thoroughly enjoy missing work) and another to miss work because you’re prone and coughing/wheezing/sleeping (in which case I miss work terribly because than I am at least among the living).

But before I go…

Harvey had his gift opened in a nano-second. He had no problem figuring out how this game was played.

Murphy immediately stole all the toys and cached them on the stairs.

Ah, even the dogs were materialistic!