Friday, November 30, 2007

Not messing around.

I felt kind of ooky on Thanksgiving, felt like a fevered jelly lump on Friday, felt somewhat better on the drive home from Utah on Saturday and on Sunday, I decided I wasn't going to screw around anymore. I called for antibiotics and got me a Z-pack. Yeah, when your immune system is being held at bay, you really don't want to mess around with trying to muddle through a whatever-it-is. And I feel better for the most part. There's a bit of a cough and my right ear has not quite decided to unplug and there's still mucus but it's clear (yeah, you wanted to hear about my snot, didn't you? Mmm) and I'm doing far better. I even went to work on Wednesday, which was nice. Somehow a chilled salad bar prep area did more good than laying around for ages.

I love Thanksgiving though. It's the one holiday that does not really give into the hype. No one pays attention to Thanksgiving. After Halloween, it's all Christmas all the time. So there aren't obnoxious punch-out Thanksgiving cards, no specialty cranberry-flavored Hershey Kisses, no Hallmark Movies about believing in The Turkey. Just a day of gathering together with family and friends, making and eating more food in a day than you would reasonably make and eat in a year (unless you have a huge family like I do and then it's an assigned potluck and you don't end up with much in the way of leftovers) and just realizing how good you have it, even if it's not all that great for some. Still.

But with that cold and watching Hogfather on ION (talk about your secular bull but eh, it's Terry Pratchett, he's worth a laugh), things feel more acceptably Christmas-y. It's time for Good Eats Fudge, Cinnamon Popcorn, Highlander Radio's Streaming Celtic Christmas and knitting. Oh no no no, I have sworn off knitting for Christmas. Even my best friend is getting yarn and needles, I'm not making her anything (oh alright, I did make a Jayne hat for a friend but that was in October).

I don't mind Christmas. I miss the old times, though, back when I lived in Germany. There was the Christmas Market full of hand-crafted things and food that I would snatch up in a moment if I were back there. There weren't a lot of bell ringers, the music was not overwhelming and because there was no cable, television was not on so frequently and I wasn't bombarded with movies asking where My Faith In Santa Claus was. Dear New-Media, I hate to break it to you but SANTA CLAUS AIN'T REAL. Really, it's like the New God these days. Baaah. If I want something on my wish list, I ask my parents and what isn't under the tree I budget for or pray about.

Anyways, I have about 1000 words left before I win at the NaNoWriMo and it feels as willing to come out as a healthy adult molar. Which is why I'm posting now.

I'm procrastinating.

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