Made it through the holidays!

Well, almost. It's ten a.m. on New Year's Eve. I will not party tonight, but at least I have a four day weekend. Courtesy of working Christmas night. My immediate boss will rejoin us this week, and we have no idea when he will be whisked away to Johnson City. I did his job here all week. It cost Gannett less than one hour of overtime. It used to cost about five or six. So we really aren't needed as much as before, I guess.

President Ford's funeral will tie up the weekend. The most unfortunate side effect would have to be the loss of one day's mail delivery. Since it was not predicted, our bills may all arrive a day or two late. Didn't think of that, did you?? Neither did I, until I realized that I can't get bills mailed until Wednesday.

Today we are taking a short, happy hop to the Mall for a Dachshund Calendar. But of course! Discounted by half, maybe. I feel okay, but Husband RJ has a wicked sinus infection that's leaving him tired. Also a messed up night's sleep yesterday.

Happy, Healthy New Year to You All
With much love,

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Give me another day.

I know I promised more Christmas links, but Christmas itself has pre-empted them. We had a nice holiday, but I found it quite draining.

Tonight I must work. And I am glad to be still working, what with the layoffs and all. If it's anything like the wedding weekend, it will take me days to recover. I don't feel sick, just very, very tired.

Hope your Christmas was everything you hoped. Ours was.

Love to all.

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In Little Pond

It ain't Christmas without the cats!

If you want a little more Blogosphere Cheer, go here.

They are called Flogs

This topic was started in the comments sections of the previous post.

And I found this at Yahoo!, because couldn't find stuff in Google.

Figures. Google/Blogger has the most to gain from the flogs.

Sorry, guys. It's the way of the world.

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Sorry, Guys...

Word verification is now necessary. It is way too tiring to delete all the junk coming through. I really don't want to moderate the comments, but I'm spending a good chunk of each morning and afternoon cleaning out the crappy spammers.

I can't help but notice that they all have Google's Blogspot URL's. Guess that tells us more about Google than it does about them.

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What was I thinking??

It's a measure of the nastiness of this virus that I cannot believe my last post. I thought I felt better? It is now the tenth day, and I feel awful. Tons and tons better, thank you, but still just awful.

Yesterday was spent cleaning up the mess I made of the finances while I was too sick to even know I was too sick to handle them. Rapid transfers back and forth between checking and savings--literally back and forth--were made to assuage the situation. Today is Husband RJ's payday and we will reset back to normal. But yesterday was way too dicey for my tastes. Imagine thinking it would be necessary to take out a cash advance to correct a hell of an overdraught. (We've done that before. Not necessary this time.)

Which means we are constantly one paycheck away from bankruptcy. Our savings bumper is now gone. It's been a very expensive year.

Is it this horrible virus, or am I just pessimistic today?

For the record, I will never live down the silliness that was Friday night's return to work. And right now I am shunned as "Consumptive Connie," the woman who constantly coughs. I use and immediately dispose tissues while coughing, and developed the curious habit of handing people disinfectant wipes after any closeup work. Mucinex really worked for me, but not a cure, and not possible during, or even four hours before, work hours. But I'm still the only one sick from last week.

Except for me, only my poor parttime coworker on chemo has this awful thing. Hers is new in the last two days, and she believes she got it from her full-time job. She was out on doctor's orders when I came in, all infectious-like. She'd passed out at her day job. (Thank Goodness. I couldn't live with the guilt otherwise.) So you see, I'm actually doing quite well, in comparison with others. And this is all over the County up here.

My head is still humming. That is usually the sign of a low-grade fever, but since I'm constantly stuffed-up in the head, we have to wait and see.

And, oh yeah, one more thing.

Hope you are all well. I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

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Life after Crazy Cold

Finally got a full night's sleep, about seven hours. Poor RJ is in the worst part, but he's finding the nose strips are helping him.

Went to work last night and giggled my way through the first three hours. Then came the crash, big time. Be warned. With this crazy cold, Mucinex is probably the best bet, but not great for anyone who needs to work.

Today my lungs are nice and clear, but my nose is chapped and sore, and my my throat is scratchy.

Beats the hell out of the torture I suffered the last three days. And that was "just a cold." RJ went to the doctor, who gave him a script for an antibiotic and a note to buy Mucinex.

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