Six Days & Counting....

I told my boss I needed an extra day off this week.  He hemmed and hawed, but in the end caved, as he knows that one trip to the doctor's office can get me the rest of the season off. Then he offered to personally help me on Friday when I return if the workload is too much. Long story short, the consensus is that my aches and pains are most likely fatigue, but the nausea and ab pain when I eat could indicate a resurgence of the pancreatitus.  So, I'm watching it... taking it easy... because if it is pancreatitus the remedy is checking back into the hospital for a few days, and I've already spent MY birthday in there, I'm not spending Jesus's birthday in there too.

So I am home. Hanging out in my pajamas.  Eating crackers because they are about the only thing not making me nauseous at the moment. Good times, really.

I caved to the Christmas Cards.  My friend gave me some software to try and it has become the biggest time suck of my day.  I designed several different ones, but this may be my favorite...

I must say we're in pretty good shape here as far as getting it all done.  I wrapped up some goodies for my two subs at work, made up a card for the mailman, finished wrapping the odds and ends.  I have a bit of tweaking to do for Tony's gifts, and I think Tony may have bypassed wrapping all together by getting me TSO concert tickets... for this weekend.  I am so excited! 

Six more days, and still no sign of snow to hinder package delivery.

Now, that's a Christmas miracle.

 (Here's the link if you're unfamiliar with Trans Siberian Orchestra)