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We’re home. Have been for a few days and I’ve hunkered down to try to knock the nasties that took me over Christmas day. Ty got it too, and had to cancel his trip to see his dad. I think the idea of flying again with sinuses and ears clogged like this terrified him. The descent back into Akron took about 40 minutes, each and every single second of which we both worried that our skulls would burst from the pressure. I’ve never felt such pain in my head. My ears are still partially blocked. Both of us had shooting pain radiating all over our faces and up into our brains.

I thought I was better, but yesterday it all moved down into my chest and now I have a constant burning and a nasty, green cough. And I threw out my lower back somehow, so I’m not exactly a happy camper right now. Will likely have to cancel our New Years Eve plans, and I feel like I’m wasting my 4 days off. (I lucked out and only had to go into work for four hours on Thursday.)

On a happier note, it was lovely to spend the holidays with my family. A very relaxed, mellow time. I got to hold the happiest baby on earth, Mr. Santo. This kid. Wow. What a gift. My sister and her husband make the most amazing kidlets. Lila and her cousin Violet played together beautifully and Grandma revelled in the joy of having little ones around her tree Christmas morning. Boy did she have fun playing Santa. We managed to bring everything back with us, an amazing feat of packing genius.

Hope you all had a sweet holiday, and enjoy ringing in the New Year! I’ll be raising a toast to you with hot lemon and honey before I hit the sack at around 9pm. Long gone are the days when I would party my way through the flu with the expectation that the alcohol fumes would kill any wayward germies. Nope. Now it’s flannel sheets, NyQuil and a good book dearies.

And a special New Years Wish to dear Kate who moves again today. May this place be a cozy nest where you can rest and be in between all of the doing.

Love!

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