All I Want For Christmas...

...is to not be stuck at home with the flu (or whatever it is making me feel like this).

My temp yesterday was 99.4. That’s not “near death,” but I still feel horrible. I’m hanging out at home with my 2 cats as Pharmie and the family is opening gifts a few hours away.

I couldn’t sleep this morning, so I got up and rung in my Christmas morning with a game of Mario 3 on my NES. I got bored part way through World 6 once I had over 1,000,000 points and 99 lives:

(Which, BTW, reminds me of this comic:)

Anyway, I’m not complaining.

I feel like crap. I can’t stay vertical for more than 3 or 4 minutes without needing to lie down. I’ve only got brief snippets of sleep in the last 2 nights. Food turns me off (which is when you KNOW it’s bad). I’m missing my Grandpa and Grandma’s famous “Tom and Jerry” mix (which is like eggnog, only WAY better). I’m missing my Aunt’s deviled eggs. I’m missing hanging out with my 50 week old nephew. I sat down to write this, and I’ve had to take 2 breaks since I started.

But I’m not complaining.

I’m sitting in my warm home. I’ve got a family that loves me (and some of them might even miss me - HA!). When asked what I needed for Christmas by my Mom, Grandma, and Mother-in-law, I came up with very little.

There is nothing I “needed.”

Life can’t be all that bad.

Count your blessings this Christmas.

Happy Holidays to you and yours.

Sincerely,
Steve in a Speedo


(Update: 8:30 am - Julia, who I swam with on Monday, just e-mailed me. She's sick too. We're blaming the pool at the Y.)