Last Christmas we were sick and shoveling snow. This year looks like we might squeak by and come out ‘oh for two.’ (I am not a sports person and this is the first time in my whole life I have ever tried actually writing that phrase. I realize that I don’t know how to spell the ‘oh’ we use for the number zero. Hmm…)
I actually enjoy shoveling snow. Sadly, clear skies are forecasted for the whole week. We have had picturesque snow on the ground for a few weeks, because of the eyeball-freezing tempuratures since the last snowfall. Looks like we got a thaw just in time to have a brown, muddy Christmas. I don’t remember ol’ Bing singing anything dreamy about gloppy doggie prints on everything I own!
For the other part of the score, the kids have had what I am calling a 36 hour fever. Thankfully, as sick goes, it’s not so rough. No stomach issues other than loss of appetite (please pause to sing the Hallelujah chorus from Handel’s Messiah with me), no wracking cough, no stuffy heads. Both kids more or less slept for two nights and a day, and had a recovery day of lounging. I am truly thankful for these blessings.
The nice thing about sick is the forced slow-down to our schedule. We have some pretty phenomenal friends and I love spending time with them. Our calendar can get pretty packed without much effort. Being on lock-down gives us a chance to reconnect as family, serve one another when we are weak and take the time to rest. I don’t ever like missing the neat things we had planned, but I am almost always appreciative for the restorative time together.
Hopefully, my husband and I will be spared this particular infection, our doggie will continue to get back to normal (the surprising wet spots on the carpet are getting super old) and we can have a very merry, healthy Christmas!