Mele Kalikimaka

Day 5 on the couch. I finally broke down and took antibiotics.

Mrguy tells me that I'm not allowed to drink porter when I'm taking them.

He is digitizing our Hawaiian 78's.

The tea kettle's whistle is in the same key as Andy Cummings' "In Spite of It All".

SOS

My captor has just forced me to drink the cherry-tasting fluid.

Last night I could not find where my captor had hidden the fluid.

Instead I took the extra-long-lasting cherry-tasting fluid.

Waaaaaoow...

I am frozen in time.

Wheezing in a winter wonderland

Thursday I just wasn't myself.

Friday I realized that getting out of bed was just a fantasy.

I've been flat for three days now, and I show no sign of getting up or getting better. I hate to say it, but I'm sick and I don't think I'm going to make it to Christmas this year. I hate to leave them in the lurch, but I'm so out of commission. And I don't want to get them sick.

Today mrguy had to take me to Santa's Workshop to pick up his tribute. He's been feeding me potent cough syrup and I can't drive by myself :)

I'm sick, but I'm lucky.

New York, odds and ends

We never did see anybody from SNL, and couldn't even find the picket lines. But we did find this awesome artifact of the writers' strike, which I just had to capture:



1) A note of apology from The Colbert Report
2) Misspelled graffiti correcting the spelling of the apology

Ah, New York.