Why does anyone get a cold?

Warning: This is another one of those pointless, boring blog posts.

I've officially gotten my Christmas cold. I rarely get sick, but when I do, it's when I come home from vacation to a heavily wooded area (the last time I went to Tennessee and spent time around the forest or to Seattle/Vancouver and was up in the trees there) or in December.

As a kid, I remember Mom always saying, "It's almost Christmas. You can't get sick."

Fifteen years ago when I taught school that one ill-fated December, I had strep to finish off the semester.

Last year, I got it about a week earlier. At our last craft show of the season, I was so sick I couldn't talk. I remember this well, and was just waiting on it.

This is the conversation I had with my mom yesterday.

"I wonder why you got a cold."

(You know moms... She's probably blaming it on my going to bed with my hair wet.)

"Why does anyone get a cold?"

She concedes.

"Mom, I'm 40 years old. Of all those years, how many times have I gotten sick in December?"

"A lot of them."

Well there you go.

At least in my state of not being able to breathe properly I've checked a few things off my list. I've been working on hats and finally got my stack of Christmas presents wrapped. I waited until I had everything.

Here's my obligatory picture of my tree this year with the stack of presents next to it. I didn't put them under the tree because there wasn't room for the biggest one and why dig them all back out when you can just pile them?

The last few years, I have been decorating the banister and hanging lights from the rafters. I've decorated three trees in the past. This year, I didn't even get out any of my Wizard of Oz ones for the tree. I just went with my tree full of mostly Walmart ornaments.

I decorated A tree and pulled out three of my large wood balls I made. There's also a hat box with Santa on it that holds the garland I had been putting along the stairs.

Doing anything more was just too much work to only be seen by myself. No one comes over, I knew I wasn't going to have time for a party this year. I've been to busy to worry with anything more. I wish I felt energetic and passionate enough to do more. I'm just really bah humbug right now. I have about a week to snap out of it. *sniffle*