Poor Jim. This is the sight that greeted him when he came in from snow-blowing on New Year's Eve morning. I had come downstairs, taken two sinus pills and heated my herbal pack. My friend Heather was here visiting and I barely managed to lift my head and say "Goodbye". I had gone to bed the night before not feeling very well. I skipped church on Sunday and was sure I'd be better by Monday. HA!! New Year's found me sicker than ever. I kept telling everyone I had the grippe which is what my Grandmother would have called my malady.
To make a very long story short, here I am a week later and still not back on my feet. I must admit that I am better, but not MUCH better which is what I have hoped for every day of the New Year.
Much to my chagrin, I am not behaving very well either. I would like to report how brave and positive I have been in the face of this monster. As my daughter, Gretchen, would say - "Not so much". Rather, I have been whiny and moany and very, very sorry for myself.
I had such great plans for the New Year. You know the drill; put away the Christmas decorations, clean in the corners gone unnoticed during December, start a brand new year with my blog.... The list is endless, and here I sit.
So, just in case anyone really does read my blog, here I am, hoping against hope that Monday will be the start of my "New Year".
A little belatedly, I wish you all a Happy New Year. Hope to see you next week.