The wind is rattling our loft, making it sound like it might take flight. I don’t know how we’re going to survive tonight as the weather folks are predicting a low of 39 degrees right here in Long Beach. I don’t remember when it’s dipped that low.
I spent most of the day sleeping. Yesterday I thought I was just tired from running errands; today I realize I must be fighting a cold or flu since I was running a fever. Of course, I’m monitoring it as usual since I don’t want to end up in the ER, and I’m drinking lots of fluids, soup, water and juice. I am still struck by the really awful taste that lingers in my mouth unless I’m drinking or eating something that helps subdue it. Most of the time, it’s so nasty that it makes me sick to my stomach–LOL on top of the usual nausea that hangs around most of the time. Nothing like metal and garbage in your mouth.
While I was lollygagging, I thought about the Christmas Eves with my family. The whole night was magical, but my favorite part of the evening was singing carols. With my dad’s accompaniment, we sang our way through carols until we were hoarse. Today, as I lay here I sang to myself and tried to remember the lyrics that used to be on automatic recall. I’ll probably need to look up some of the lyrics so I can torture my husband this Christmas Eve with my singing. It just seems like a good time to revive a tradition. On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me . . .
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