And I'm back yet again

A short little entry as I have a cold and feel crappy. A winter cold. A we have a whole lot more snow than Vancouver has practically ever had in its whole life kind of cold. A flu-cold. A cold-flu.
You get it.
It is Christmas Day.
Xmas Day.
The day Jesus popped out of the Virgin Mary, thus breaking her hymen and making sex with Joseph much easier I'm sure I'm sure.
Can you imagine being known as a virgin for eternity? Sheesh.
This has been the month of epic amounts of snow, something Vancouver can't so much handle. Weird. I was feeling generally unsick until Monday evening, when I noticed that my throat was sore. "It's not really sore," thought I, "it's only the excitement of the Christmas season and the upcoming holiday break." Hmmm. Turns out no, it is actually a virus. It's settled in now, moved from my throat to way high in my sinuses and beyond. I missed work before the Christmas break, an odd thing because they kept the ESL school open despite: 1) an afternoon power outage - what's a little darkness 2) snowy snow snow.
I headed off to the lovely Glenda's for Christmas dinner and her lovely son Geoff picked a bunch of us up in his girlfriend's four x four. Glenda is so sweet and if you check out my Dec. blog of 2 years ago, will see how awesome Christmas at her house is. I'm glad I went, a nice break to my being at home sick. Now I'm back at home, sick. Ick. I get antsy and bored but it's cold and the roads are treacherous so I hibernate.
Slowly, thanks to Dr. Wulff and a few other things but mainly, let's be honest, Dr. Wulff, my thinking is changing for the better. In my 40s, I am awakening to some things - others may be re-awakening at my age, but me, I awaken.
It's an up and down life, this living.
Across-the-street-Roma delights me and I am so comforted by her presence there I can't begin to tell you. Her two new grandchildren, Milko and Giametti(pronounced Gimeddi) from Ethiopia, are awesome kids. Milko made me a get well poster and the two of them picked things out of the pantry that they thought I might enjoy - a can of tuna, cream of mushroom soup, some crackers. I'm verklempt.
So, I think I'll bring back the blog.