And Visions of Sugarplums...
I had mine all planned out. Get up at noon, eat, sleep, watch football. Sounds fun, right? Well... that is my dream anyway. Usually, my Thanksgivings always go the same way.
Get up as usual, feed some sort of animal, feed several other sorts of animals, get home, eat, then watch football while sleeping the afternoon away. Pretty standard, huh.
Well, I don't know if the hex came from PinTA or KTM, but I'll be dipped if Wednesday afternoon I didn't feel that familiar dryness on the back of my throat that portends an approaching sore throat. By the time my bro left that evening, I was starting to shiver uncontrollably. Oh joy.
I'd already had a dram of snake bite medicine, so my next stop was straight to bed. Without getting into the gory details of my usual sleeping attire, I knew that I'd be freezing for a couple hours, then dripping with sweat soon after. That meant I'd be keeping my shirt and longjohns on for the night. It was a long night, but on the bright side, once my teeth stopped chattering I fell right to sleep.
Thanksgiving morning rolled around much too quickly and my throat was not feeling much better. Along with the sore throat were the dry sinuses and stiff neck. All in all a potent combination that equals feeling poorly. Fortunately, my dad and bro did all the feeding that morning and I went back to bed for a couple more hours.
When I finally couldn't sleep anymore, I got up, made a pot of coffee and showered. I felt a little bit better as the morning went on, and decided to go ahead and try Thanksgiving dinner. I was mostly just there in spirit. Nothing tasted good, and I had very little appetite.
But on the bright side, I felt a lot better after my afternoon nap. Good enough that I was able to go back up to my folks place and watch Cars with my nieces. Something they'd been begging me to do for at least 3 days.
It wasn't my favorite Thanksgiving of all time, but all in all... it turned out ok.
Today's Mystery Lyric:
My mother was a tailor
sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
down in New Orleans...