December 25, 2001

      my headache seems to be easing a bit - it's still in the same spot but kind of hovering.  Like it wants to hurt but isn't quite yet - just waiting for one wrong move and whammo! i'm going to get it.  i'm debating the wisdom of taking ibuprofen.  Although i'm allergic to it (i get the itchies) it does seem to handle any headaches i get.  i'm trying food and liquids first though.

     We had our nice dinner last night.  i didn't get dressed up; i just didn't have it in me to do so.  i crawled into a long black velour nightgown i have, plus a black lace sweater, and then a heavier sweater (still black) after that.  And a pair of His speckled black and white socks.  Hey, at least i was colour coordinated!  Himself thinks i had a fever for sure.

     While He was cooking we sipped on a rum and eggnog drink and chatted lightly.  i lit a bunch of candles and set the table nicely.  He cooked lamb chops and baked the potatoes the way i like them and i warmed up some corn in the microwave.  He's not crazy about that microwave, but the corn always comes out great, because i put a lot of butter in the dish before i start cooking.  Note:  the way i like baked potatoes is to put them on the rack in the oven without being wrapped in foil.  This causes the skin to get crispy.  Then i cut the potato in half crosswise and scoop out the insides until all that is left is two 'cups'.  Butter the inside with as much as you dare and pop into your mouth.  Yummy!  And no, i don't usually indulge in that much butter.

     So dinner was ready and we cheered each other with a merry christmas, and then proceeded to eat as much as we could.  Which definitely wasn't our usual appetite level.  We were both pretty quiet, but it was a companionable quiet - a nice dinner in spite of not feeling well.  It wasn't long though before we headed upstairs for a last check of email and then into bed with a good book.  i kept the socks on.  i'm not allowed in bed with him with nightgowns, but i wasn't letting my feet get cold again!

     Finally i couldn't take it anymore, put the book down and snuggled into His warm body.  i'm not sure how much later it was, but i vaguely remember Him putting the cuff on my wrist.  Then i slept long and hard.  

     And now i've received a phone call from my older brother wishing me a happy holiday and we've swapped a bit of news.  i'll try my sister again in a short while - she was already up and out when i called earlier.  Sheesh she's got too much energy.  And i may try my younger brother as well although i haven't a clue if he'll even speak to me or not.  There wasn't any response from his birthday call.  Ah well, i can only try.

     Then i'll get busy with that cake for the prodigal now-21-years-old son.  And i'm not even feeling old!

     Merry Christmas :)

                

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