Joy is missing
This nasty cold came on less than a week after we lost Dad, then on Wednesday this week I felt really good and so we went out and finished some last minute errands in preparation for Christmas. Thursday I felt good again and we were able to finish everything we needed to do. We had delayed leaving for the Christmas trip to my oldest son's by one day so I'd feel really good. But I awoke yesterday (Friday) feeling horrible. My chest has this very heavy feeling and it feels like there is a baseball between my shoulder blades. I'm coughing again and then wheezing and I'm miserable. So the trip is off . . . but if I'm better by the 28th or 29th we'll go down for New Years. I'm very disappointed as it was to be the first Christmas that our 9 yr old granddaughter had both sets of grandparents with her. Well, maybe it will be the first New Years instead!
Oh, I know, whining really isn't becoming! I'm sorry, and I know I'm on Santa's bad girl list . . . but it's not the first time