a mucus, mucus christmas
So yes, we’re back in Ottawa. Jennifer was terribly ill during our trip and stood up to it like a trooper, and I came down with this cold on our return and immediately shrivelled up into a bedridden wuss. Bleh.
As such, I’m finding it difficult to muster up that Christmas spirit that used to light up the eve. Fortunately, the presents are wrapped, stockings are stuffed, and I’m sure to be out cold by the time Santa wants to do his thing in our living room.
The kid will probably wake up, as he does. Tonight I’ll accept pre-Christmas commotion as a reasonable excuse.