I watched the sun rise this morning.
Was it because I stayed up all night reading a deliciously wonderful book that I couldn’t put down and I watched the sunrise surrounded by tissues and happy tears and cocoa? NO.
Was it because my deliciously wonderful husband rolled over very early this morning and nudged me awake with kisses and promises and hot breath and love? Yeah. Right. Don’t think so.
(No offense honey. I know you’re not a morning kind of guy! – Neither am I for that matter. A morning girl, that is.)
Was it because I woke early in a romantic, carpe diem kind of way and wanted to get a headstart on the first day of the rest of my life? Spit take, followed by howls of evil laughter.
If you think this might be correct, I haven’t been a very good blogger. Shame on me for sharing so little about my life.
No. Nip. Nada. None of the above.
I was up waaay before the crack of dawn because I’m SICK. The icky, gooey, drippy, snotty, wet tissues in the bed, coughdrop induced numb cheek (from hiding it there at night so you don’t choke, of course!), have to sleep sitting up SICK.
I couldn’t take myself anymore so I moved to the couch about 4AM. I think it was 4AM. While I was away at my sister’s the electricity went on and off a couple of times and the clocks are all screwed up in the house. This may not seem a big deal to you, but my husband is a little strange about clocks. We have a lot of them and they have to be set EXACTLY to Greenwich Mean Time or whatever. I guess EST, but going by GMT. Or the atomic clock. I don’t ask. I don’t care. As long as I know around what time is. Let’s just say it was 4AM.
There are some advantages to being up that early. Well, not really. But I’m trying to make myself feel better. I did manage to catch up on my bloglines subscriptions. I was woefully behind.
The visit to my sister’s was good. Except I’m pretty sure that’s where I got sick. My sis had it, the kids were in various stages of it, and well, you know. It’s either that or something going around the knitblogging community. Wendy’s got it apparently and I so hope M.J.’s over it by now!
We had a fun last two nights of Chanukah. They both got their hats from me – Charlotte didn’t take hers off – too cute pictures to come – and she also got some baby doll diapers and bottles and art supplies. She loves to draw. She’s so cute, too, the way she lays on her belly with her feet in the air drawing. Oooh I could eat her up. Her new thing is going around singing “Happy Birthday to You”! We think its a slight confusion thing with the Chanukah candles and all. She also says my name now. It sounds a little like Ya-ya, but she’s definitely calling me.
Max received from us a Pirate’s treasure chest, with a parrot, map in bottle, eye patch, book, and treasure chest coins that he’s been wanting for a while and a beginners Magic set. That was a lot of fun. He was really getting good at the tricks when I left – and just totally cracking himself up! I miss them already.
Anyway. Did I mention I’m sick? I’ve got some work to clear up this morning, but then it’s just me, the couch, some yarn and at least 5 hours of The Gilmore Girls. My new favorite TV show. I’d like to say it’s because of the witty repartee – but really it’s about the drama and the guys. I’m a sucker for a good soap opera – and that’s really what it is. I like the small town “charm” and all but it’s really the guys. The character Jess (I’m not sure what season I’m actually in with repeats and all) is very cute. And smart. And cute. And bad. All a lethal combo. Especially when you’re sick.
Alright. Enough for now. I’ve got a tissue dangling out of the nostril that’s seems to be permanently clogged and I ran out of tea. I’ll be back though. Don’t you worry.