attack of the pre-Christmas head cold

I woke with a sore throat.  Usually I don't.  Usually I wake feeling pretty good.  This morning was different.

Football wasn't to blame; my beloved 49ers actually beat the Pittsburg Steelers, blackouts be darned!  Twice the lights went out at Candlestick Park, but the Niners' defense wouldn't be dimmed.  Bob and I watched football last night, then crashed late, after I noted all the post-game wrap-ups.

My throat didn't hurt when I went to bed.

Now it's my runny nose, tired eyes, halted demeanor.  Thank goodness the Christmas shopping is nearly done.  Bob has a few bits left, good thing he's fully mended.  Not sure when the plethora of goodies will be made; this is a strange holiday, what with a recovering spouse, trying to complete a novel and now a humdinger of a cold.  And my 49ers are 11-3.  In December, and it's 2011.  Not the 1980s or even the early 1990s.  Those were the last glory days for the San Francisco 49ers.  An odd time has fallen, lights going out at the stadium, our defense picking off three passes, also collecting a fumble.  A bad night for Pittsburg's quarterback, suffering a bum ankle, but that has nothing to due with my illness.  I'm fuzzy, hazy, on drugs and tea and half a chocolate banana muffin.

Not sure what this means for the rest of the week.  All I know is Bob's getting us dinner tonight, Lillie Mae's Soul Food.  That's not entirely Christmasy, but then here in California it's sunny, dry (So very day with no rain in weeks!), not cold.  60 F right now, at 3.54 p.m and I need a Kleenex.  Stay warm and healthy wherever you are.  Or if its hot, keep cool and in tip-top shape!