Lots of families have Christmas traditions.
I'm thinking I've developed a really bad one. Again this year, I was sick Christmas. And am just now recovering, although I haven't fully.
A last-minute change in plans meant that my daughter and son weren't able to come here for Christmas Eve, as was the original plan. So, I headed their way.
As I mentioned earlier, my son has moved into his first apartment. In Brunswick. And my daughter went shopping in Brunswick. So, we did a mini-gift exchange at his place on the 23rd.
I'm guessing a busy week prior to the trip, plus long, late drives there ... and back ... put me susceptible. And, sure enough, by the time I got back to the house the morning of the 24th, I was sick.
For the last week, I've functioned as well as I could. I don't function all that well anyway, but being sick made it worse.
Nearly over it now, so I've got some serious email catchups to do, among other things.
Almost back to normal now.
Or what passes for normal around here.