Campfyre Stories

It’s almost over.  Thank gods it’s almost over!  The final round - round three - will begin tomorrow morning/afternoon as we journey to the extended branch of the family tree.  I’m not looking forward to this.

First off, I’ve been really sick for the past 4 days.  I thought I was better and went into work on Friday, but 4am Saturday served to explain to me that I was not, in fact, all right.  I’ve been battling a fever and chills on and off and seem to be ok with minty teas, ginger ale and dry anything (saltines, unbuttered popcorn, that sort of thing).  Not that you really want to know about this, but I’m keeping it as far from graphic as I can.

I’m very disappointed.  I bought three six packs of winter-themed beer specifically for the holiday week.  I bought the Winter Solstice Seasonal Ale specifically to enjoy on Solstice, but the sheer amount of alcohol (me, with the mead, Dragonmaker with the wines) meant that I took home the six-pack untouched.  Having gotten sick right after means I haven’t even touched the stuff.  Although, I did take a small sip off my dad’s this evening (way to feel like a little kid again) and this is certainly going to be a review-worthy beer as far as I can tell.

The shopping is all done.  The Spawn has been read the riot act about *not* revisiting the behaviors of the past several holidays (not just Christmas, I’m talking birthdays, Thanksgivings, you name it), I have a flask which I may just risk filling with Bailey’s to spike my coffee and take the edge off.  Can you tell I’m not really looking forward to any of this?

I just want it all over.  Christmas isn’t really my thing, anyway and the real celebrations within my immediate family is already over.  I just want to curl up in a blanket and sip hot tea and munch on my crackers while I’m sick.  I don’t want to play nice and make merry when I’d rather just be home, wallowing.

New Year’s, though…  now that’s my kind of celebration.  That’s my kind of holiday.  I can’t wait for that one.  All things considered, I don’t mind being sick now if it means I can party all night next week.  I still have to make good plans for this year…  but first I have to get better.

Christmas isn’t really helping the whole healing process.

~FG };^>