Dreaming of a wet Christmas

So although I was supposed to work a half day yesterday (the 24th that is, which MIT declared an official half-holiday), I woke up with a nasty sore throat at 6am. Fell back to sleep, got up at 7:30 and applied liberal amounts of hot tea. Which helped, but not enough. So at 9:30 (the usual start time in my office) I called in sick. And at that particular moment I wasn't actually feeling that awful, but it ended up being kind of up and down for the rest of the day.

I rang up Jonathan (he isn't going out of town until 12/26) and complained about having to haul my four large boxes of family presents to the post office; and, as he was expecting to be out and about running errands, he promptly offered to come by and take them for me. What a mensch. :-) I said I'd definitely appreciate an extra pair of hands if he would go *with* me, so he came over and we had lunch at Carberry's and took the packages and browsed awhile at 10,000 Villages. Unfortunately, I started feeling less well again, and had to come home and take a nap from 3:30 to 6pm. After which kalessin brought over Chinese food and ablock stopped by and we watched It's a Wonderful Life on TV. Which, say what you will, still brings tears to my eyes.

Today I'm still feeling the sore throat, but my fever (100.4 last night) seems to be down, so I'm headed over to mangosteen's shortly. See y'all there

A lonely Jew on Christmas (but not really)

I should add that this is the first year I've ever spent Christmas in Boston. (Not just "in my adult life", not just "in my Jewish life", both of which are also true, but *ever*.) The first time I've spent it doing anything *other* than family Christmas festivities.

This doesn't make me feel sad -- it's actually a rather pleasant and restful sensation; and I had the option of trying to go do family things, either mine or, as it turned out, Matthew's -- but it does leave me feeling just a bit at sea. Last night in particular, anyway. Though being sick was contributing to that too, I guess: constrained not only by available options and available companions but also by my own available energy. Bleah. Well, but it worked out okay.

But this reminds me that I should go call my grandparents in Florida, and my dad in Indiana, before I go anywhere for the day