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Are you a Yankee or a Rebel?

I'm 74 percent Dixie, ya'll.

Status report today: feeling 90 percent better.

Throat: very scratchy, as if lined with sandpaper or other abrasive material.
Head: Mild pounding and dizziness, as if recovering from minor drinking binge (no, I'm not. I've been sick. Don't you people listen?)
Nose: Clear for the first time in three days. No mouth-breathing means less soreness in throat. And I don't look like an idiot. Yay.
Temperature: A relatively sane and safe 99 degrees. Shows my body isn't slacking off at fighting unwanted flu-bug intruders, but also is not trying to kill me by alternately freezing and burning me.

I'm greatly enjoying getting uninterrupted sleep while Drew is visiting the grandfolks', but I have to admit, it's way weird coming home from work without him.

I've caught myself picking up his little toys and books and sighing wistfully, as if he were off at summer camp in Europe for three months instead of a two-hour-drive away for two more nights.

To wrap up my short post today, I would like to thank the creator of the gift bag, whoever that may be, without whom my Christmas presents would be stuffed unceremoniously into plastic grocery bags at the last minute.