Home from a swell Texmas, where it was sunny and 80 degrees yesterday and an incredibly pleasant 70-75 the rest of the time. Egg nog on the back deck in shirtsleeves is pretty freaking nice. My mom and sisters remain gorgeous and funny. My father-figure entertained us with tales of Australia, China, and Montana and stocked us up on crysanthemum tea. My brother-in-law languished under the influence of a stomach virus, poor thing. My nieces & nephew amazed everybody with moon shoes and spy kits and glow sticks, props hardly equal to their various talents.
Unfortunately...nieces + nephew = fevers + achoo.
Or perhaps I was poisoned by Mr. & Mrs. Wiggle in front of us on the plane, whose magical infant apparently excepted them from common courtesies.
Either way, I'm home today imbibing Airborne, sucking on Zicam, and simmering a giant spicy
sausage [veggie*] stew. And I was actually looking forward to going to the office since I only made it in one day last week during the strike.
Still, hello Brooklyn. We missed ya.
*[This post has been modified because I have since
gone vegan. Ever considered it?]
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