...woke up at 9 AM to send my boss a text reminding her that I called Tuesday evening and told the store manager that I would not be in today due to illness. It was the right thing to do, because although I feel better today I do not feel well.
Getting there, though.
I woke up feeling woozy and my head is still full of gunk, and I still have the cough. I think another good night's rest will get me in the ballpark for work tomorrow, though.
Nothing that needs doing, nowhere that needs going, and the schedule's up to me. What's not to like?
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Since our original plans included going to my mother-in-law's house on Christmas Eve, we bought an extra pie--Baker's Square has this "candy cane" pie which always looks really tasty, and we decided we'd try it. Of course we didn't go (because sick) and thus ended up with an extra pie in the house.
Holy crap is that pie rich. It's got just the right amount of peppermint in it, so you're not overwhelmed with MINT!.
With the inevitable result that we have not yet tasted the Caramel Pecan Silk Supreme, which used to be the vanguard of rich. Well, it'll keep well enough.
I think I'm going to stop getting six-packs of Cinnabons, though. The problem is, I get to the place, and a four-pack is $12 and a six-pack is $14, and I think, "Well, six for $14 is a much better price than four for $12!"--half again as much for $2 more--and then it's off to the races. And I do like the damned things.
Dinner was a ham--we couldn't find a turkey at a decent price, and no one had breast sections, so ham looked like a reasonable choice. In retrospect I'm really, really glad we went with ham, because neither of us was in shape to cook anything more complicated than that. Mrs. Fungus made mashed potatoes and I made the crescent rolls, and we had a very simple Christmas feast. (We even eschewed salad as being too much work.) Of course a spiral-sliced, bone-in ham is a lot of food for two people, but a turkey would have yielded same and the pre-sliced nature of the ham makes it easy to have sandwiches afterwards.
If nothing else, at least we have food in the house.
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It's pretty warm out today. It'd be a nice day to take a short spin on the bike IF I weren't still sick. *sigh*
This is the first time I can ever remember being sick on Christmas. Plenty of times I got sick after or before, but this is a first.
Antibiotics are working, and the cortisone did what needed doing; there's some normal residual soreness in the throat, but not the "red hot steel wool" feeling I had for three days. Coughing produces the usual razor blades feeling, but it passes quickly.
Hum, maddeningly enough, is back in the right ear. It was gone (or mostly gone) for several weeks, but now it's back. Probably a side effect of the congestion, and whatever else; the antibiotics should take care of it.
Lacking the energy for anything else, Mrs. Fungus and I watched a bunch of holiday movies. Holiday Inn, Charlie Brown Christmas, Christmas Story, Christmas in Connecticut, and we managed about half of White Christmas before running out of energy.
Low-key, but merry indeed.
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I've resisted looking at politics, because I have a strict "no politics" policy with regards to Christmas. The world is still out there, and it is what it is, but for a few days each year I concentrate on the reason for the season.
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Among other things, Mrs. Fungus got me a book about Apollo 13--the Haynes manual one--and I've been slogging through it. I say "slogging" because in my fevered state it's hard for me to concentrate on what I'm reading. It's fascinating stuff, though.
As for what else she got me...that will have to wait for a future post.