First, Hubsy started getting sick on December 21. Classic flu symptoms: I got the flu shot recently, so thought I was safe to simply take care of him and go about the Holiday.
No, no. On Christmas Eve, I got the first "flu hints". Meanwhile, Hubsy was "near-death" with fever, cough, body aches, chills and all. Soon, I would follow.
No way a houseful of guests would or should or could have Christmas Dinner at my house!
Dreadfully disappointing: in my life, this has never happened before (except for Christmas of 1960 when we all got sick in the midst of international air travel; nightmare indeed.)
The week crawled along in bleak boredom and misery.
We have mended, though still coughing. I have no appetite, etc. The past two frigid, clear mornings, I was able to go for short, shivering walks around the neighborhood.
Bright, crystalline weather helps. No one was out walking this morning; sad since it's so pretty.
The Marsh Hawk was perched on the ground beneath the bird feeder this morning, hoping for a bite of the vole that lives under the edge of our deck. But the bird saw me at the window and flew away. Too quick for a photo.
The New Year begins.
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