It’s been brought to my attention that I haven’t posted for a while. So here it is.
Recovery from surgery went fine. I was more tired, and tired more easily, than usual, but other than having the mother of all migraines the following Wednesday, it went as expected with no problems. Also, all the labs came back fine, which is good to know. The bill has not arrived yet, although an unrelated letter from the IRS has. And I will need to deal with that soon. But not today.
Work was very busy through the 24th. At my client site, people start trying to use up vacation right after Thanksgiving and it’s not uncommon for people who have been there for a while (like, say, the ones who review and sign our documents) to be gone for most of December. I have said before, and will probably continue to say that, after Thanksgiving, it’s like an Agatha Christie novel—fewer people each day. Plus, a lot of projects were careening towards an end-of-year finish, so instead of coasting, we were all hands on deck this year.
Then, two weeks before Christmas, Spouse had seven hearings in three days, which threw off our schedule for most of that week. Necessity, and all that. He followed it up with a bout with a nasty, nasty digestive bug the Sunday before Christmas, and didn’t make it into work at all last week. Not that he wasn’t motivated, but I tend to think that if you can’t keep down solid food, you probably shouldn’t be sharing your germs with the court staff. And I took advantage of his weakened condition to enforce that, because I’m mean, nasty, rotten, and not very nice.
I have avoided getting sick. In fact, I have insisted upon it. Tired, however, is another matter entirely. I could sleep like a cat for a month, I think, and probably get to the point where I had begun to feel a bit rested.
After a delightfully quiet Christmas day highlighted by Chinese food with friends, we spent the next couple of days driving up and down I-65 to visit Spouse’s sister’s place, where the extended family had gathered for December holidays and Youngest Niece’s birthday. Spouse’s Sister is quite the candy-maker, and she sent us home with a far-too-large-for-two-people platter with eight or nine kinds of cookies and candy. No reindeer logs, but I’ll have to send her the recipe.
Today, I took Youngest Niece, who just turned 18, for lunch, shopping, a manicure, and homemade hot chocolate (Spouse is turning out to be quite the barista, since we splurged on the espresso machine).
Coming up, we’ll be putting in more time on I-65, only going south rather than north, later this week. Also possible catching up with my Illinois relative. In between, I plan to do a little lot of laundry, some light housekeeping, enjoy my present from Spouse (all things AbFab on DVD!!) and not a hell of a lot else. Including blogging, so don’t worry if I’m quiet for a little while yet.
In the mean time, head over to your local library and get a copy of the book I just finished, Nancy Kress’s Steal Across the Sky, which is nifty novel about the ultimate double-blind experiment. (It’s given me an idea for a screenplay that I just might be able to finish. As opposed to some ideas that have been kicking around and mutating for ten or twelve years now, but never seem to come together. But I digress.) And if you haven’t read her Beggars in Spain either, get that while you’re at it.
Have a happy and safe New Year’s, all.