Unlike Paul, who seems to be in fightin’ fit form, I am as sick as a dog. The past two days have seen me relegated to bed with a wide range of energy sapping symptoms.
In other words, I feel like s***.
That’s unfortunate, because I really like the energy people exude at Christmas-time (albeit a frantic, omigosh-gotta-shop fervor). Looks like I’ll miss out on most of that this year.