We're un-Christmasing today. It's kind of a bummer, but it's nice to get this mess un-messed. I think we've let it go because, well, why vacuum and such if you're just gonna drag a dead tree thru your living room dropping needles everywhere and have to do it again. We're frugal like that.
Illness is receding as well. Laura's skin has returned to its normal shade of ghostly flesh and she hasn't felt like death for a good few hours now. But she hacks as I speak. I wish she's stop. It's hurting my ears. For now, the weekend is coming, which means nothing really. I heard some talk of small hotdogs wrapped in flaky dough during football games that none of us care who wins. Gonna be craaaa-zeeee.