For someone who didn't actually see her daughter all that much in the last week, I have somehow managed to come down with the most aggravating symptoms of the head/chest cold that was wracking Hannah's health while we were in Tennessee. Sore throat (actually, it feels like someone is rasping my throat with a saw), cough (which makes the throat even worse), fever, headache. . . I feel miserable. Thankfully, I guess, the death certificates have not arrived yet, so I don't have an imminent trip to Nashville.
(This is precisely how I feel.)
We brought Riley, Mama's cat, home with us, and have been trying to ease her into live at The Chez. Hannah made some real breakthroughs in the last couple of days, with Riley volunteering to spend time with her --- even purring. I've never, ever heard that cat purr. It will be interesting to see if any of the progress is lost, now that Hannah is back in Atlanta, and won't be back until mid-December.
The rather spindly little artificial tree that I bought after Christmas last year is up. This is the first time in Briton and Hannah's lives that we haven't had a live tree. But they understand. The tree isn't decorated yet, but we'll get there. The stockings are up, and a few Nativities are out. . . It is beginning to maybe start to feel like Christmas.
How about at your house?
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