The head has cleared, my throat no longer feels like the tunnel of death, and I can sort of tell that there are things on Earth that don’t smell like s*ot. Sorry. I just can’t spell it. It’s disgusting.
But I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to say Happy New Year to you all. I tried to make it around to your blogs and hope I didn’t forget anyone. Well, it’s not exactly like Santa trying to get around to all the giftees in the world, you know. But still.
It was nice “seeing” you again and reading about what you’ve been up to even if the MoH is now in bed, I’m up alone, the T.V. that Best Buy has still not delivered parts on is blaring, the RT is snuggled in his bottom bunk unfortunately not as much on the mend as I, and well…
…I’m not sleepy.
Must have been all that decadent lounging on the sofa and in bed for two days with Kleenex sticking out of my nose.
Hopefully you’re smiling. And if I can wish anything for you, it’s that. That you’ll smile as you head into 2008, believing that good will happen when you least expect it.
Imagine what could happen if you did expect it.
See you soon.