...and to all a good night.

It was a beautiful Christmas Eve in San Antonio, Texas. The weather finally decided to cooperate, and I awoke this morning to sunny skies and a forecast high near 70 degrees.

I also awoke to a sore throat.

I've been battling a sort-of cold for a day or two now because these up one day, down the next temperature swings we've been having lately aren't the best thing for keeping Bridegroom healthy.

Being sick on a beautiful day is one thing. Being sick on a beautiful day that happens to be Christmas Eve is just a big bowl of suck. There was entirely too much to do today to be sick, and to top it all off, my wife thinks that she's got the corner on playing the pity game around my house. Because she's pregnant.

The nerve.

So when I tried to sleep in this morning, she brought Peanut back to our room to "cheer me up." Wake me up, is more like it. when I tried to nap this afternoon while Peanut was napping, she came back and woke me up with her coughing, then proceeded to sleep through Peanut waking up from her nap.

Bah humbug. I think the 24/7 being together during Christmas break is starting to wear on me.

But I'll shake it off...spirit of the season and all. I just hope that I wake up tomorrow feeling better than I did today.

Speaking of which....I'd better get to bed. I think I hear Santa coming this way.