A Week of Blecch

My cold has been lingering all week. At least I don’t have the bone-tired feeling which tells me my body is spending a large amount of its energy fighting it off, but I still have the congestion and – the worst part – the annoying cough. I’m slowly getting better, and I’ve certainly been well enough to go to work, but it’s been frustrating.

On top of that, Debbi came down with the cold last night, and is home from work today. Amazing that it took her a week to come down with it (assuming it’s the same cold, and not some different cold that I’ll be catching in a few days). Hopefully she’ll get over it faster than I have, as it’s taken me a long time to shake it; usually I get over my colds except for some post-nasal drip within three days.

Meanwhile, we’re having ridiculously cold weather here, for the Bay Area: Highs in the 50s or even 40s, and lows below freezing. Contrary to popular belief, we do usually have a few below-freezing nights during the winter, but this cold snap has been around for a week, and it’s going to stick around through at least the weekend. Brr. We’re supposed to get more rain soon, which is fine; I just wish it’d warm up a little.

Despite the cold weather, the trees around here still haven’t dropped all their leaves. Usually I get out the leaf blower and suck up the leaves in my back yard over Thanksgiving. This year it looks like I won’t even be able to do it over Christmas. Well, maybe the next round of storms will blow the rest of the leaves to the ground.

Anyway, I’m just about done with my Christmas shopping, despite getting a ridiculously late start this year. So that’s something. I’m looking forward to have a nice quiet Christmas. But then, don’t I every year?