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If you heard something that sounded like a whoop of great glee, that was me finally finishing my holiday cards for this year. If you requested a card from me, then you should have it already or it should arrive shortly; I sent out the cards for online friends first, last week, since they were going all over the US and world and I wanted to give them plenty of time to arrive. I know that Maryland-to-Maryland cards, at this time of the year, generally only take two or three days, so yes, my family got pushed to the back of the line! :^P
I am home sick from work today, since I woke up at 4:30 with the start of a sore throat and a head that felt like it was filled with cement. Since there was absolutely nothing for me to do at work today--I would have spent the day finishing my cards and writing gift stories--then I did not see the point of going to work, prolonging my illness, and exposing all of my coworkers and the inmates to my illness, right before Christmas when people don't need to be miserable and sick and sneezing over their roast beasts. (*eeewwww*)
My illness is totally my fault. This year--as in pretty much every December since I officially arrived at Adulthood--I did too much in too short of time. Sharon and Kirsty are over for the holidays, and we all went to dinner last night, and after everyone left, I got into the shower and went to bed at 10 o'clock like a little old lady because I've been exhausted for weeks now. And I'm still annoyed that this year, for the first time in years, I never got to making candy. So those of you who usually get candy from me for Christmas: I am not snubbing anyone. I am snubbing everyone because I didn't make candy at all! I hope to make up for it with some most awesome ice cream pies.
But the good news is that I am feeling better as the day progresses. The day off has also served a nice secondary function in letting me get some things done that I've been neglecting. Like laundry. Yesterday, after spending the day constantly rearranging the waistband of my underwear because all I had left clean were too small and kept digging into my hips (tmi, I know), then I realized that, yes, I need to brave the freezing cold laundry room and do some washing. (Though my lovely husband bought me a small portable heater for the laundry room! Awwww ...)
( Some Cornballish Rambling )
I am home sick from work today, since I woke up at 4:30 with the start of a sore throat and a head that felt like it was filled with cement. Since there was absolutely nothing for me to do at work today--I would have spent the day finishing my cards and writing gift stories--then I did not see the point of going to work, prolonging my illness, and exposing all of my coworkers and the inmates to my illness, right before Christmas when people don't need to be miserable and sick and sneezing over their roast beasts. (*eeewwww*)
My illness is totally my fault. This year--as in pretty much every December since I officially arrived at Adulthood--I did too much in too short of time. Sharon and Kirsty are over for the holidays, and we all went to dinner last night, and after everyone left, I got into the shower and went to bed at 10 o'clock like a little old lady because I've been exhausted for weeks now. And I'm still annoyed that this year, for the first time in years, I never got to making candy. So those of you who usually get candy from me for Christmas: I am not snubbing anyone. I am snubbing everyone because I didn't make candy at all! I hope to make up for it with some most awesome ice cream pies.
But the good news is that I am feeling better as the day progresses. The day off has also served a nice secondary function in letting me get some things done that I've been neglecting. Like laundry. Yesterday, after spending the day constantly rearranging the waistband of my underwear because all I had left clean were too small and kept digging into my hips (tmi, I know), then I realized that, yes, I need to brave the freezing cold laundry room and do some washing. (Though my lovely husband bought me a small portable heater for the laundry room! Awwww ...)
( Some Cornballish Rambling )
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