Thanksgiving was good. For the first time in my life, all of my family came here instead of me visiting them in Ohio. Avoiding the holiday traffic was nice, cleaning the house for two weeks before sucked.
And then, as soon as everyone left, I suddenly, violently got sick. (No, not barfing-sick) Collapsing in the middle of Kohl's sick. Mom catching me as I started to pass out from a high fever sick. Sleeping for twenty-four hours straight sick. And now, just as suddenly, (beyond the fact that I have "lost" a few days) I appear to be mostly better. Wierd.
Ha. So the best part of being sick were all the crazy fever-induced dreams I had during my marathon snoozing. In the very last dream, I was working at a publishing house that was hosting a party to announce a new series of "encyclopedias" written by celebrities. It was my job to introduce David Duchovney and his volume, titled "Let's Get it On". He he he... I'm still laughing about that one.
I'm having a hard time accepting that the Christmas season is actually upon us. It seems like I've been preparing for it for so long, that it can't possibly be time to wrap all those presents and decorate a tree. I started wrapping today, and I felt like I was getting way ahead of myself. The forcasted snow for this Thursday and Friday will probably change how I feel. Giant globs of snow in December tend to change my feelings on the urgency of Christmas.