New Year's puking eve

No, not from too much celebration -- I ended this year with the flu.

Both of my girls went down the day after Christmas. They were so sweet about it too, with each of them saying, "at least it didn't happen yesterday." Their new baby dolls on one side and a puke bucket on the other.

All those days later, I thought I was safe. I was wrong.

I'm still feeling a little jelly-ish, I can't look at butter or grated cheese (the brick form is okay).

I'll take the aversions, I know I can handle this familiar territory -- I did it for three months at a whack per kid. Sunday -- Sunday was one of those days you realize that most times you are just walking around taking your health for granted and judging the idea of euthanasia a bit harshly.

I hope I am well enough for coffee tomorrow.

I miss you coffee.