The end of the year was looking up until I capped off last night with a 102 degree fever and a stomache ache. Today I’m sitting around thinking about champagne I probably won’t be able to have and trying not to sit upright. You’ll have to exuse me because my brain’s a little fuzzy — I just spent an hour in my head trying to decide why Terminator 2 is still an enjoyable movie.
For all the bad things I slogged through this year, there was some considerable good as well. I quit some meds and got un-depressed; my boy learned to enjoy his first novel and we found he was good at math and writing, if not penmanship; went to Blogher and met a whole lot of wonderful people I knew only digitally; met super-dog Zeke (and that guy that cares care for him); and got engaged to Chef, whom I first loved when I was fourteen years old and never wanted to see thereafter until somebody gave me a stern talking-to two Christmases ago.
The best parts were, as always, the quietest ones.
Bonus: If you drink some champagne on my behalf, make sure you open it correctly.
Hope you feel better.
The best is yet to come. Congrats.
Heh. Just because I’m thinking lazily today, and not because of any suspicions I actually harbored, I was like “Jesus, Chef just read his first novel?”
I read it as he wrote his first novel, and the novel somehow included math.
(Auguste, me too.)
Happy 2007, soon-to-be Mr. and Mrs. Chef!
You’re not alone. We’ve had the same plague. Get well soon and Happy New Year.
I’m not a Mrs. Gah.
You like Ma’am better?
Sucks being sick on New Year’s Eve, eh? I was on vacation yet stuck in the hotel room with a fever and strep throat on the big day. Hope you’re feeling better now.
I wasn’t sick on New Year’s Eve, but I did get “played” a bit at the party I was at, which bothered me almost as much.