Well, we're not, but we should be. Everyone is sick. All three of us. Sick. Even Bret, who said so gallantly "I don't get sick" has fallen. He's gone off to work still pretending that he's not feeling that bad but I can tell. He's going to have to sit in the freezing cold data center all day, so I feel particularly sorry for him.
Luckily, we were all feeling pretty good for Christmas. Santa treated us to a wealth of goodies, as did our friends. We had the Moms and Bret's brother and sister-in-law. It was fun. Lots of chatting and eating. But it was over earlier than normal as Bret had to go to work Tuesday. I have this week and next off, which is perfect since I'm not feeling all that great. We'd hoped to take a trip but with us all still sick, well, don't know. Maybe we'll lounge about and watch movies. Nothing wrong with that.
In the meantime, I have just enough time to get dressed and watch my old friend Perry Mason.