I have been as busy as a bee for the past three weeks with workshops back to back and prepping for the next one in between since the week before Thanksgiving. Busy as a bee and no time for play. Finally get out all the deliverables - three the week before Christmas and WHAM. I get sick. Sick as a dog.
I looked that saying up actually - or tried to. There is no clear derivation of the saying though the common consensus is that you are not sick as a dog unless you're throwing up. So, despite feeling that my sinuses can hold the contents of whichever lake you care to name, I am not sick as a dog. Just your common everyday head cold. Scratchy, itchy and achey all over. I have tried the various remedies from homeopathic to medicinal but finally just stopped and let the ole snoz just go.
Several boxes of tissues later, with the accompanying tender spots on either side of my nose and a nap - I feel slightly better. Mornings are the worst however. Regardless of how early I go to bed or what decongestant I choose, my head feels like it's going to explode the second I raise my head in a vertical position. Really makes Christmas just an opportunity to sleep in. Thankfully my shopping is done and all I have to worry about is a Christmas eve party and cooking dinner itself on Christmas. Our first Christmas.
Going for tradition of course. Despite not spending it with my family, I am still making the homemade ravioli I have made for the past fifteen odd years since learning from my Grandmother. Scaling it way down and making the whole meal is different than what I usually do - I'm not used to also making the gravy (yes, it's gravy in our family, not sauce) and the antipasto. I should have made the pickled peppers this weekend but it slipped my mind - I'll make roasted peppers instead. I'm sort of looking forward to it yet I know I'll miss my family. It will be different to say the least.
If only I can get rid of this darn cold. Gasundheit or since I'm actually more italian than german, Salute.
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