Last hurrah (almost)

Father Christmas kindly brought me a chest infection, so this has not been the greatest Yuletide week in the life of Rory. Most of the 25th was spent sweating in bed and finding it hard to breathe; and every day since has been a struggle with breathlessness, fatigue and a pounding headache.
But you know what?
It's still been a magical time and I've enjoyed so much of the time that we've spent together as a family. It wasn't the same as past Christmasses, but isn't that a good thing? Traditions are all very well and are very important to the familiarity of the atmosphere, but I think it's great that every year brings its own special methods and special significances. It's the bonus unexpected moments that get piled on top of the regular ones that make this time of year exactly what it is - WONDERFUL.
So I'm full of festive fun and The Spirit of Santa, even though I've hardly been upright and have used about half the contents of an entire pharmacy over the past 5 days. I shall be ending the year on antibiotics, but I'll still be in better health than millions of others, and at least I am blessed to live in a time where a chest infection is a treatable inconvenience rather than a painful death sentence.
Yeah, it's all good.

RC 30-12-23