I got up today and had the feeling that I'd walked out of a bank of fog into daylight.
This horrible cold I've had for 3 weeks is finally receding, allowing me to eat, sleep, breathe and think again. There's a viral cough thing going around, and for the past 3 weeks I've been wheezing, hacking, barking, coughing so hard I gagged... it just wouldn't let up. I'd talk to people on the phone and start coughing so badly that my mom finally said one night "I'm just going to ask yes/no questions, OK?" Christmas Day I thought I was on the mend until 8pm rolled around and I had to retreat to our bedroom to hug a pillow to my chest and lie under the plume from the humidifier, hacking and hacking and hacking... I thought I'd be filling an antibiotic scrip on Wednesday, but magically, Wednesday morning I was better. Maybe it was the brief spell of sunlight we enjoyed, or the cheesy/tomatoey lunch we had. Whatever it was, I actually felt like myself again. The doc I saw last week was right -- this thing hangs on. And on. And on. I'm still congested, but no longer coughing so hard I impede the oxygen flow to my brain, so life is good.
This is all to say I'm just now starting to feel up to loading pictures and detailing life at the Haus over Christmas. Otto was a gem, opening each gift with appreciation (there were a lot of "oh wow!"s and "cool!"s), and it took all day to get the gifts open because he had to play with everything as soon as he saw what it was. Jon and Jamie and I each got some wow cool gifts, too, and in general it was a laid back cozy day.
For now we're enjoying having Jamie here. It's so nice to have him visit. He and Jon have been talking, watching TV together, just hanging out. Tomorrow I'm off to work and Otto's off to day care, and they'll have the day together to explore Detroit.
Right this minute, though, I'm heading up to bed. I'm still pretty knackered at the end of the day, and since I want this cold to go away and never come back I'm pushing extra-early bedtimes.