Crawling from the Wreckage

First let me sing Sissy's (childhood) song of thanks to you for your well wishes:
Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you uuuuuuuuh uuuuuuuuh. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you uuuuuuuuh uuuuuuuuh.

Denise hit the nail on the head with her comment, that it feels "like you were puking up your toenails." Definitely! It feels like your whole body will turn inside out with your stomach as the pivot point. Making up the grocery shopping list this week was a killer. I could hardly think of anything I wanted to eat! But I am functioning among the living again, happily.

I worked a bit on Red Snowman while I watched  the entire back catalog of Psych on streaming Netflix. (Not every show, just the ones I hadn't seen. Which were a lot more than I thought!)

Every day I've been getting cards for Maggie. I'm adding a little list over in the sidebar so you can check to see if your post has arrived. I appreciate your participation again this year. I know how a little card really makes the old lady's day.

But this day was about me! The card was addressed to me! It was from Charlene ♥ SC. I wrote just to be sure she hadn't left off Maggie's name but she hadn't. And what was inside but this awesome folding ort catcher! It's wonderful. I'm sure the staff in both the hotels I've stayed at lately would have been grateful if I'd had it then.  (Honestly, I not only police the orts, but I pick up before we leave the room. There's nothing worse than trying to clean a cluttered room.)

Charlene, thanks so much! People I visit the world over will thank you! :)