For Christmas this year, after a valiant fight I fell to an evil cold. Crud had been circulating in my household around the island for a few weeks. I guess it was inevitable that my husband the sickly environment would succeed in thoroughly germifying me.
I became what’s known to my dog as a wonton-maker (Kleenex and. . . .). But as a new and messy twist, she’s gotten lazy in her 11th year. Rather than pull used Kleenex from trash cans and eat them, she only does this:
All over the house.
It’s sweet, right?
Since I’ve been indoors for days, I have been doing things beyond perfecting my nose-blowing technique and examining my inner eyelids, and I recommend them all to you–
I read this book and really enjoyed it:
I watched this movie and loved it:
I drank Eleven wine in tiny chocolate cups.
Which may have set back my recovery by a few hours, but who asked you, anyways?
And I got to spend time caressing my new baby, who feels smooth and fresh and fits my small hands. We hope to make beautiful music together once my brain turns back on.
So, even if it’s wet and gloomy outside and you’re mouth-breathing more than you’d like and for no sexy reason, I hope you, too, can find a few of your own reasons to smile during the holidays.
(our PNW driveway in December)
