Twas the day before Christmas and all through the house, I kept this bucket beside me because I felt like a louse. The stomach flu on Saturday kept my husband in bed, so today it was my turn and it knocked me quite dead. My fever broke around 7pm and I’m almost *just barely* feeling human again.

The day I look forward to the most all year is spending Christmas Eve at my brother’s house. Guess I need to wait 365, no 366 more days till 2020. HWMMS is just hanging out on his own while I sleep. He had this bug over the weekend (which was um, two days ago not a week like it feels…and also his birthday weekend.)

It’s not Christmas at all.

Damn flu. 🙁