Well. Nothing will bring a days-long holiday celebration back ’round to moderation faster than a stomach virus. BAM. So long caviar, hello saltines. So long fish soup with croute and rouille, hello baby sips of water. So long comfy bed, hello toilet. (Sorry.)
So long 2008, hello 2009. Hmmm, a seemingly inauspicious start to the New Year, although I am on the mend. Tired, but whole. I predict fighting form by Wednesday night, in fact. Although, a subdued start to 2009 isn’t so bad, and is all I had planned anyhow. I’m in the mood for a quiet year (aren’t we all?). This isn’t exactly the quiet I’d planned, but I’m so grateful to not be miserable that I’ll gladly hit the hay early and witness the end of 2008 from blissfully nausea-free dreams. No problemo.
And then, when I wake up, I’ll get cookin’.