IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY AND I'M SICK

        

 For the first time in eighty years, I am home alone on Christmas Day and it’s nothing like that movie, “Home Alone.” No one’s trying to break in and I’m not trying to figure out a variety of tricks with which to foil those attempts. In fact, I wish there were something like that in my life right now.

          You see, I’m sick…yes, SICK. Somehow I’ve managed to stay well and even avoid covid since February 2020, but just two days ago, I finally succumbed to the evil germs that have been lurking at the edges of my life. I still don’t have covid, but I did develop a mild sore throat late Tuesday afternoon. I immediately went to the drug store and bought medicine to prevent any further developments.

          Wednesday morning found me waking with a hellacious sore throat even though I’d begun the zinc lozenges, Airborne, throat coat tablets, throat coat tea and lots of water about twelve hours before. I continued this usage throughout the day and evening.

          You know how you speculate if you do this, then that will happen. I thought if I said I couldn’t go for Christmas brunch and had AJ pick up the gifts, treats and uncooked bacon, then I would miraculously be well enough to go for brunch the following day…wrong, wrong, wrong.

          It’s Christmas morning and I’m home alone with Kuma. I’ve given him one of his gifts, a rubber squeaky, which he proceeded to begin chewing within less than five minutes, so it went into the garbage. There are two more waiting for him to savage, but that will be later today after we have a nap.

          I still feel like shit…maybe after another nap, I’ll feel much better. Still, it’s Christmas alone and I’m so very sad.