Well my wonderful plans fr Hanukkah went down the toilet with my breakfast.
Two weeks ago I had a doctor's visit and had the swine flu shot.
And got sick.
Oh, it wasn't too bad the few days, just a sore throat. But then, Thrusday, the aches and fever came and by Friday, all I could manage was the lighting of the first candle.
Mum Reel took me to the store earlier in the day and I barely made it through. But I picked up much needed juce and soup fixing and frozen laktes.
They weren't that great and I missed my sour cream. And there was no way I could eat a jelly dougnut and keep it down.
So I never got to order the goose, make the Hanukkah Gingerbread House or even have my Hanukkah tea.
I have spend the Holy Day sick in bed, other than opening the gifts Mark send and lighting the candles.
So what have we learned through all of this?
That it sucks to be alone and sick during the Holy Days.
Since I am beginning to feel somewhat human again, it is time to slowly begin to air out the house and wash things down, getting rid of the gems from my being sick.
And who knows, I still might get to that Gingerbread House yet.