Is it getting too late to say, "Happy new year?"
Every year, I think I go a little overboard wishing everyone I see for the first time in the new year a happy one. I seem to have an almost superstitious compulsion to collect as many "happy new year"-s as possible, hoping that each one will feather my new year's nest and make for an even more wonderful year. So, if I haven't wished you one yet: Happy New Year!
The reason for my tardiness in this regard is a nasty, nasty cold I came down with on 12/29 and only just yesterday (1/9) began feeling human again. Yikes! My advice to you, dear readers: If you feel yourself coming down with a cold right now, take it seriously -- run, don't walk, to drink your fluids and buck up those vitamins. It is a bad one. People around here have been being laid up for at least a week with it and the symptoms run the gambit, leaving none of the classic bad-winter-cold symptoms unsounded.
Finally, I have turned the corner. I got out yesterday -- dressed, make-upped, even shoes on. It felt wonderful. In my celebration of life yesterday -- a.k.a. leaving the house for the first time in more than 10 days -- I took my family out for pancakes, the first non-saltine or broth food in almost a week. Do you realize how delicious pancakes are? Heaven. Too good, really, to be eaten so casually . . . not that I let that stop me. I had a nice little stack.
Then, off to the movies. The King's Speech. Wonderful film. The performances of Colin Firth and Geoffrey Rush were just magnificent. Geoffrey Rush's nonverbal performance in this movie is breathtaking and, on occasion, heartbreaking. Really, a beautiful movie. Well worth the time and the ticket price -- a rare thing these days.
Now that I'm back among the living, I have much to catch up on. Never have I been happier to do laundry!
Have a great day,