The snow and ice which prevented most Christmas presents from being delivered is finally being washed away by a steady rain. It looks like I’ll be able to get back out on the road shortly.
As if the snow wasn’t bad enough, I managed to catch a cold that struck Christmas Eve and kept me confined to the house Christmas day, which would have been more devastating if I actually had Christmas presents to deliver to everyone.
The good news, though, is that today I seem well on the road to recovery without having to resort to antibiotics, something I was unable to do while taking Advair in the past.
Hopefully I’ll be back at the gym Monday and taking Skye for his daily walk without fearing for my life on icy streets.
Dawn and kids are coming over later today to open gifts, and if everything goes smoothly Margaret and family are supposed to be here tomorrow to open presents.
Monday I’ll get to the post office and send off Tyson and Jen’s gifts, the one’s Tyson was supposed to be taking home before his canceled flight.
Tuesday is my birthday, and I’ll get a chance to see my younger brother’s home for the first time ever.
It’s all good.